Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.

Some jay of Italy,

Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.

It is no act of common passage, but

Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.

An angel! or, if not,

An earthly paragon!

Sc. 6.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.

And put

My clouted brogues from off my feet.

Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

O, never say hereafter

But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 5.

Like an arrow shot

From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark

His eye doth level at.

sea.

Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.

3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the

1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Venus and Adonis. Line 145.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Line 1019.

Line 1027.

Lucrece. Line 1006.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Sonnet in.

Sonnet xvii.

Sonnet xviii.

Sonnet xxv.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,1
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

1 "Worth" in White.

Sonnet xxx.

Sonnet xxxiii.

Sonnet l

Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

Sonnet lii

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

Sonnet liv.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

Sonnet lv.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
And art made tongue-tied by authority.

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

Sonnet lav.

Sonnet lævi.

Ibid.

Sonnet lxx.

That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, -
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse

When all the breathers of this world are dead ;
You still shall live - such virtue hath my pen-

Sonnet lxxiii.

Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

Do not drop in for an after-loss.

Sonnet lxxxi.

Sonnet lxxxvii.

Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,

To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.

Sonnet xc.

When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.

My nature is subdu'd

To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
That full star that ushers in the even.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.

Sonnet xcviis.

Sonnet cv.

Sonnet cvi.

Sonnet car

Sonnet cxvi.

Sonnet cxxi.

Ibid.

Sonnet cxxxii.

A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.

O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.

Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together.

Have

Ibid. Line 288.

The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.

you not heard it said full oft,

A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

Cursed be he that moves my bones.

Ibid. viii.

Ibid. xiv.

Shakespeare's Epitaph

FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.

(Works: Spedding and Ellis).

I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. Maxims of the Law. Preface.

Come home to men's business and bosoms.

Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625.

No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.

Of Truth.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.

Of Death.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it Of Revenge.

out.

It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired.” Of Adversity.

It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god."

Ibid.

Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New.

Ibid.

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes.

Ibid.