Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were
his inclination after his vndressed, vnpolished, vneducated, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or ratherest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert againe my haud credo for a Deare Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket Hol. Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke Nath. Sir hee hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke. He hath not eate paper as it were: He hath not drunke inke. His intellect is not replenished, hee is onely an animall, onely sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before vs, that we thankfull should be: which we taste and feeling, are for those parts that doe fructifie in vs more then he. For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiscreet, or a foole; So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a Schoole. But omne bene say I, being of an old Fathers minde, Many can brooke the weather, that loue not the winde Dul. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not fiue |
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