treble, pipes Is second childishness, and mere oblivion: Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. [From As You Like It.] BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude! Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho! the holly! Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As friend remembered not. "Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho, &c." [From Hamlet.] TO BE, OR NOr to be. To BE, or not to be, that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing end them? To die- to sleep[end No more; and by a sleep to say we The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks And whistles in his sound. Last That flesh is heir to!-'tis a con scene of all summation That ends this strange eventful his- Devoutly to be wished. To die-to sleep tory, To sleep ! - perchance to dream ! ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause-there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin! Who would fardels bear, [life, To groan and sweat under a weary But that the dread of something after death That undiscovered whose bourn country from But do not dull thy palm with entertertainment Of each new-hatched, unpledged com rade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all. To thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man! [From The Merchant of Venice.] FALSE APPEARANCES. THE world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? There is no voice so simple, but as sumes Some mark of virtue on its outward parts. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk! And these assume but valor's excrement, To render them redoubted. Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight, Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it. So are those crispèd, snaky, golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols |