NATHANIEL

Very reverent sport truly, and done in the testimony of a good conscience. Sir he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. He hath not eat paper as it were: he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished, he is only and annimall, only sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be: which we taste, and feeling, are for those parts that do fructify in us more then he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indistreell, or a fool, So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a school. But omne be say I, being of and old Father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the Moon. Perge, good M. Holofernes perge, so it shall please you to abrogate squirilitie. A rare talon. This is a gift that I have simple: simple, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, Ideas, aprehentions, motions, revolutions. These are begotten in the ventricle of Memory, nourished in the womb of prima ter, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion: But the gift is good n those whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. Me herele, if their Sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable, I will put it to them. But Ʋ ir sapis qui pauca loquitur, a soul Femi nine salutes us. Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should be pierced, Which is the one? Of piercing a Hogshead, a good luster of conceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearl enough for a Swine: 'tis pretty, it is well. Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omniam sub umbra ru minat, and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I may speak of thee as the traveller does of Ʋ enice, vemchie, vencha, que non to unde, que non to perreche. Old Mantuan, old Mantuan, Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not, ut re solemnizing la mi fa: Under pardon sir, What are the contents? or rather as Hor raze says in his, What my soul verses. Let me hear a staff, a stauze, a verse, Lege domine. If Love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed. Though to my self forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove. Those thoughts to me were Oaks, to thee Like Osiers bowed Study his by as leaves, and makes his book thine eyes. Where all those pleasures live, that Art would comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee commend. All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire, Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thu ̄ der Which not to anger bent, is music, and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, O pardon love this woug, That sings heavens praise, with such and earthly tonge. Here are only numbers ratified, but for the ele gancie, facility, and golden c dence of poesy caret: Ouiddius Naso was the man. And why in deed Naso, but for smel ling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the jerks of in uention imitarie is nothing: So does the Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tired Horse his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to you? I will ouerglaunce the superscript. To the snow hite hand of the most bewtious Lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the no mination of the party written to the person written unto. Your Ladyships in all desired employment, Berowne. Marvelous well for the pen. And thank you to: for society (says the text) is the happiness of life. Truly M. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly vatried Like a scholar at the least: but sir I assure you it was a Buck of the first head. I praise God for you sir, your reasons at Dinner have been sharp & sententious: pleasant without scurillitie, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy: I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the kings, who is entitled, nominated, or called, Done Adriano de Ar matho. A most singular and choice Epithat, Laus deo, be intelligo. Vides ne quis venit? Where will you find men worthy enough to pre sent them? When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander: By East, West, North, and South, I spread my conquering might: My Scutcheon plain declares that I am Alexander. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander.