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They braced their belts about them,
They cross'd in ships the sea,
A. E. Housman.
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.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
sessions] judicial sittings, holding a privy session with myself.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
expense of many a vanish'd sight :
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessid, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
From Christabel' *
Alas ! they had been friends in youth;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain; foregone] that have gone by.
And to be wroth with one we love
Brutus and Cassius
From Julius Cæsar, Act IV.
SCENE III. BRUTUS' TENT
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. 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 ; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That every
nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm ; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.
mart] market, make merchandise of.
I an itching palm !
BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement !
Brutus, bay not me ;
Go to ; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
BRU. Away, slight man !
Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you ? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour ? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish. Cas.
Is it come to this ? Bru. You say you are a better soldier : Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well : for mine own part, 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 say, better?
If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved
Bru. Peace, peace ! you durst not so have tempted
durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; I may do that I shall be
for. BRU. You have done that you
for. There is no terror, Cassius, in
respect not) regard not.