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47 The Banished Duke living in the Forest speaks to his Retainers
From As You Like It, 11. i. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ;-as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say * This is no flattery ;-these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.'Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in everything. I would not change it. AMIENS.
Happy is your Grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
The Ancient Mariner
a precious jewel] refers to an old popular belief.
* The Bridegroom's doors are opend wide,
He holds him with his skinny hand, * There was a ship,' quoth he.
– Hold off ! unhand me, gray-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye :
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone :
The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear’d; Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the light-house top.
“The Sun came up upon the left,
‘Higher and higher every day,
eftsoons) at once.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
' And now the storm-blast came, and he
• With sloping masts and dipping prow,
' And now there came both mist and snow,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
'The ice was here, the ice was there,
Like noises in a swound ! minstrelsy) musicians. sheen] subst., shining. swound] swoon.
* At length did cross an Albatross,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
' And a good south wind sprung up behind ;
' In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
God save thee, ancient Mariner !
cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
* The Sun now rose upon the right :
* And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo ! Albatross] great sea-bird. the food it ne'er had eat] biscuit-worms.
' And I had done a hellish thing,
‘Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
'The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
' Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea !
· All in a hot and copper sky,
Water, water, everywhere,