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1 Smells from the general weal: make curl'd-pate
ruffians bald: And let the unscarr'd braggarts of the war Derive some pain from you.
HIS REFLECTIONS ON THE EARTH. That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, Should yet be hungry!--Common mother, thou,
[Digging, Whose womb unmeasurable, and infinite breast, Teems, and feeds all; whose self-same mettle, Whereof thy proud child, arrogant man, is puff'd, Engenders the black toad, and adder blue, The gilded newt, and eyeless venom'd wormt, With all the abhorred births below crispheaven Whereon Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine; Yield him, who all thy human sons doth hate, From forth thy plenteous bosom one poor root! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb, Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers, dragons, wolves, and bears: Teem with new monsters, whom thy upward face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented !-0, a root,-Dear thanks! Dry up thy marrows, vines, and plough-torn leas; Whereof ingrateful man, with liquorish draughts, And morsels unctuous, greases
his That from it all consideration slips!
HIS DISCOURSE WITH APEMANTUS, Apem. This is in thee a nature but affected; A poor unmanly melancholy, sprung [place? From change of fortune. Why this spade? this * Boundless surface. + The serpent called the blind worm.
This slave-like habit? and these looks of care?
. Apem. Thou hast cast" away thyself, being like
thyself; A madman so long, now a fool: What, think'st That the bleak air, thy boisterous chamberlain, Will put thy shirt on warm! Will these moss'd trees, That have outliv'd the eagle, page thy heels, And skip when thou point'st out. Will the cold
brook, Candied with ice, caudle thy morning taste, To cure thy o'ernight's surfeit? call the creatures Whose naked natures live in all the spite Of wreakful heaven; whose baré unhoused trunks, To the conflicting elements expos'd, Answer mere nature,—bid them flatter thee; O! thou shalt find
Tim. Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. [arm
*ie. Their diseased perfumed mistresess. p i. e. Shame not these woods by finding fault.
Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath*, pro:
ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thyself In general riot; melted down thy youth In different beds of lust; and never learn'd The icy precepts of respectt, but follow'd The sugar'd game before thee. But myself, Who had the world as my confectionary; [men The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of At duty, more than I could frame employment; That numberless upon me stuck, as leaves Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare For every storm that blows;—1, to bear this, That never knew but better, is some burden: Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou
hate men? They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given? If thou wilt curse,—thy father, that poor rag, Must be thy subject; who, in spite, put stuff To some she beggar, and compounded thee Poor rogue hereditary. Hence! be gone! If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Thou hadst been a knave, and flatterer.
0, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
[Looking on the Gold. 'Twixt natural son and sire; Thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer, * From infancy. † The cold admonitions of cautious prudence
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
TIMON TO THE THIEVES.
Why should you want? Behold, the earth hath
roots; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs: The oaks bear mast, the briars scarlet hips; The bounteous housewife, nature, on each bush Lays her full mess before you. Want? why want?
i Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, As beasts, and birds, and fishes.
(water, Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds,
and fishes; You must eat men.
Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft In limitedt professions. Rascal thieves, (grape, Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; Do villainy, do, since you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, * For touchstone.
✓ For legal.
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun:
ON HIS HONEST STEWARD.
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
-mistake me not,—but one:
PROMISING AND PERFORMANCE.
Promising is the very air o'the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of sayingt is quite
* Compost, manure. The doing of that we said we would do.