This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This signior Junio, giant dwarf, Dan Cupid, Regent of love-rimes,
lord of folded arms, Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans:
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents, Dread prince of plackets.
king of codpieces, Sole imperator, and great general Of trotting
parators (O my little heart!) And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! What? I love! I sue! I
seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a
repairing; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch,
And being watch'd, that it may still go right? Nay, to be perjur'd,
which is worst of all: And among three to love the worst of all, A
whitely wanton with a velvet brow, With two pitch balls stuck in her
face for eyes; Ay, and by heav'n, one that will do the deed, Though
Argus were her eunuch and her guard; And I to sigh for her! to watch
for her! To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague That Cupid will
impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well, I
will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan: Some men must love my
lady, and some Joan.
The character of Biron drawn by Rosaline and that which Biron gives
of Boyet are equally happy. The observations on the use and abuse of
study, and on the power of beauty to quicken the understanding as
well as the senses, are excellent.
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