They braced their belts about them, They sought and found six feet of ground, A. E. Housman. 132 Eve to Adam With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest Birds; pleasant the Sun When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild; then silent Night With this her solemn Bird and this fair Moon, And these the Gems of Heav'n, her starry train. But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest Birds, nor rising Sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Star-light without thee is sweet. Milton. 133 WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : sessions] judicial sittings, holding a privy session with myself. K And Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, 134 Shakespeare. WHEN, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Alas! they had been friends in youth; bootless] profitless. And to be wroth with one we love Each spake words of high disdain To free the hollow heart from paining— The marks of that which once hath been. CAS. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this : You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; BRU. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. That every nice offence should bear his comment. To undeservers. mart] market, make merchandise of. CAS. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, CAS. Chastisement ! BRU. Remember March, the ides of March re member: Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? CAS. Brutus, bay not me ; I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions. BRU. CAS. I am. Go to; you are not, Cassius. BRU. I say you are not. CAS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. CAS. Is 't possible? BRU. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? CAS. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this ? BRU. All this? ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, CAS. Is it come to this? BRU. You say you are a better soldier : Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. CAS. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I I BRU. say, better? If you did, I care not. CAS. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. BRU. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. CAS. I durst not! BRU. No. CAS. What! durst not tempt him! BRU. For your life you durst not. CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love; may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me : respect not] regard not. |