An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations . he seasons difference ; as, the icy fang,And churlish chidhig of the winters wind;Which when it bites and blows upon my till 1 shrink with cold, I smile, and say, —This is no flatterv these are counselors That feelingly persuade me what I are the uses of adversity;Which, like the toad, ugly and yet a precious jewel in his head ;And this our life, exempt from public tongues
An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations . he seasons difference ; as, the icy fang,And churlish chidhig of the winters wind;Which when it bites and blows upon my till 1 shrink with cold, I smile, and say, —This is no flatterv these are counselors That feelingly persuade me what I are the uses of adversity;Which, like the toad, ugly and yet a precious jewel in his head ;And this our life, exempt from public tongues in trees, books in the run-ning in stones, and good in everv- I would not change it: Happy is your can translate the stubbornness of fortuneInto so quiet and so sweet a style. Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,— 193 Act II. AS YOU LIKE IT. Scene I. Being native burghers of this desert city,—Should in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gord. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;And, in that kind, swears you do moreusurp. Than doth your brother that hath ban- ishd , my lord of Amiens, and myself,Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps outUpon the brook that brawls along this Mood: 194 Act II. AS YOU LIKE IT. Scene I. To the which place a poor sequesterd stag,That from the liunters aim had taen a hurt,Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord,The wretched animal heavd forth such their discharge did stretch his leath-ern coatAlmost to bursting: and the big round tearsCoursd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase : and thus the hairy marked of the melancholy Jaques,Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,Augmenting it with tears. DuJce S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? 1 Lord. 0, yes, ,
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