A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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I>u1c. Come, a hill we go IUld k.illll& nuiloa'
And yet it kU me, tho poor dapplool foola-
Being native burght~l'l of thia deaert city-
Should, in their o.,n confines, with forked heada
Have their round haUD.chea gored.
Lord. Indeo:d, my lord,
The mel~~ncholy Jaquea grieves at tlu•t;
And, in that kind, aweara you do more usurp
Than doth your brother, that hath baniah'd you.
To-day, my lord of .A.miena IUld myaelf
Did ateal behind him u be lAy aloog
Under an oak, whoee antique root peepe out
Upon the brook t.hat brawls along tbia wood:
To the which place a ~r aequeater'd etag,
Tb&t from the bunter a aim had ta'eo. a hurt,
Did come to 1a.nguiab ; and iDdeed, my lord,
The WNtched animal heaved forth auch gr0&11.1 1
That their diecha.rge did au-etch hie lee.tbern coat
.Almost to bunl.i»g; IUld the big round tears
OourBed one another down hia innocent n011e
In piteoua chase : and thu.a the hl\iry fool,
Much marked o!the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremeat verge of the awit\ broolr.
Augmenting it. with tears.
Dub. But what uid Jaquea I
Did he not moraliae thia apectacle f
Lord. Oh yea! into a thouaa.nd aimilea.
Fint, for hie weeping in the needleu stream :
".l'oo.r d~," quoth he." th<iu makeet a teet.amen.,
A. worldlings do, giving thy IIUIIl of more
T o t.h&t which had too muob.'' Than, beiDg al<me,
Let\ and abandon'd of hie Yelvet frienda ;
"'Tie right," quoth he ; "thua miaery doth ptt.r\
The flux or eompa.ny." Anon,. QQ.I'Oleaa herd,
Full of tlte paature, jumpe along by bim,
Aod never etaya to greet him. "A.y," quoih J'aquea,


(^11) Sweep on, you fat and greasy aitizena;
'Tia juat the faehlon. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there I"
ThUll moet mveotively he pieroeth through
The body ofthe COIUltry, city, courl,
Yea,IUld o£ thia our life; eweariug that we
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