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SEVENTH YEAR - FIRST HALF
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
“ OTHELLO," Act II, Sc. 3.
Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
Fairy. Over hill, over dale,
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
and all our elves come here anon. Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night: 10 Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
She never had so sweet a changeling:
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
And now they never meet in grove or green,
But they do square, that all their elves for fear
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
A MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM
And sometimes makes the drink to bear no barm;
Thou speak’st aright:
“ A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM,” Act II, Sc. 1.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This other Eden, demi-paradise;
This happy breed of men, this little world, 5 This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
“RICHARD II,” Act II, Sc. 1.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a :
- From “ WINTER'S TALE."
The Downfall of Wolsey
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! 15 This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely 20 His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,