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Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought;
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief: was not this love, indeed?
We men may say more, swear more; but, indeed,
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit
Found out the remedy.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
But man, proud man !
Drest in a little brief authority;
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Ibid.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
This sensible warm motion to become
Imagine howling!-'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
But my kisses bring again, bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain ! *
Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.
*This song, slightly varied, with a concluding stanza, is given in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, "The Bloody Brother." Act v., Scene 2. The authorship of the song is doubtful; in all likelihood it was composed by some
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
One foot in sea, and one on shore ;
To one thing constant never.
Sits the wind in that corner ?
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
anonymous writer, and merely introduced into both plays. The concluding stanza in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, is thus:
* This expression occurs in the Apocrypha, Book of Ecclesiasticus, chap. xiii. verse 1: "He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith."
Comparisons are odorous.*
When the age is in, the wit is out, Ibid.
O, that he were here to write me down—an ass.
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the toothach patiently.
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
* In a recent number of the ATHENAEUM a correspondent says " I have more than once noticed the phrase, comparisons are odorous' assigned to Mrs. Malaprop, and in order to prevent the recurrence of such an error, arising no doubt from the habit of taking authorities on trust, I beg the ATHENEUM to state that the author of the phrase is one Dogberry, and that the phrase occurs in the 5th scene of the 3d Act of Much Ado about Nothing.' At the same time, I may append Mrs. Malaprop's words on the same subject-'No caparisons, if you please, Miss. Caparisons don't become a young