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That, when he please again to be himself,
So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
Presume not that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
O, that this good blossom could be kept from cankers!
I have no tongue but one.
There is a fair behaviour in thee,
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Weigh him well,
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
He's opposite to humanity. He outgoes
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god:
More than a mortal seeming.
Let them accuse me by invention, I
He is the card* or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent† of what part a gentleman would see.
And, but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call
A goodly person.
He is as full of valour, as of kindness;
Princely in both.
Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
ls as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue
* Compass or chart.
†The country and pattern for imitation.
is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue
I cannot flatter; I defy
The tongues of soothers.
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart.
And here have I the daintiness of ear,
That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.
One, that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which professed to make him rejoice.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than ill report while you live.
May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years.
On whose bright crest Fame with her loudest O yes Cries, This is he.
I throw mine eyes to Heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. 23—i. 4.
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
There appears much joy in him: even so much, that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness. A kind overflow of kindness: There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. 6-i. 1.
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
He is of a noble strain, of approved valour, and
He did not look far
Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the bravest.
Thou map of honour, thou most beauteous inn,
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call'd impossibility.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Upon my smiles.
When I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate.
Faster than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
In the managing of quarrels, you may see he is