When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind"" Doth from my senses take all feeling else --Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, When we our betters see bearing our woes, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear; 57 pasmolobaco errado Thou must be patient; we came crying hither; When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. Mine enemy's dog, Tho' he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant. There's nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid; now Heaven hath all; Your part in her you could not keep from death, But Heaven keeps his part in in eternal life. 'Tis sweet and commendable To do obsequious sorrow. But to persevere Which shows a will most incorrect to Heaven. Foul deeds will rise, Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Virtue itself"scapes not calumnious strokes; Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; To thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Murder, tho' it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. The great man down, you mark marl his fav'rite flies; The poor advanced makes friends of enemiesse) taemnianetne daw minnya lub ton ob 108 beim Give me the mamed-won do t That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay in my heart of hearts, May one be pardon'd and retain the offence ? 519 Love doth on fortune tend, as το And whomot needs, shall never want a friend And who in want, a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy.T yab edt algineden wollot tam ti bn A Let me be cruel, not unnatural, Jon Jano onT I will speak daggers to her, but use none. , avistado fuoa bir yut ton taist In the corrupted currents of this World Janie A Offence's gilded hand may shove by Justice but And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize isering of Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action diesetod In his true nature and weiourselves compell'd To give in evidence Try what repentance can. What can it not W lls zu to abisw Confess yourself to Heaven T Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Use almost can change the stamp of nature. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, 2. N mot co has 100% So full of jealousy is guilt, tu It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. OT There's a divinity that shapes our ends, How poor are they that have not patience ? To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Knavery's plain face is never seen 'till used. If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it 3 Dull not device by coldness and delay. |