Love's Labor's Lost (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Ferdinand King of Nauarre, Berowne, Longauill, and
¶Dumane.
¶Ferdinand.
5LEt Fame, that all hunt after in their liues,
¶Liue registred vpon our brazen Tombes,
¶And then grace vs in the disgrace of death:
¶when spight of cormorant deuouring Time,
¶Th'endeuour of this present breath may buy:
¶And make vs heyres of all eternitie.
¶Therefore braue Conquerours, for so you are,
¶That warre against your owne affections,
¶And the huge Armie of the worlds desires.
¶Nauar shall be the wonder of the world.
¶Our Court shall be a little Achademe,
¶Still and contemplatiue in liuing Art.
¶You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longauill,
20Haue sworne for three yeeres terme, to liue with me:
¶That are recorded in this scedule heere.
¶That his owne hand may strike his honour downe,
¶If you are arm'd to doe, as sworne to do,
¶Subscribe to your deepe oathes, and keepe it to.
¶The minde shall banquet, though the body pine,
30Fat paunches haue leane pates: and dainty bits,
¶Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.
¶Dumane. My louing Lord, Dumane is mortified,
35To loue, to wealth, to pompe, I pine and die,
¶So much, deare Liege, I haue already sworne,
¶That is, to liue and study heere three yeeres.
¶As not to see a woman in that terme,
¶Which I hope well is not enrolled there.
¶And one day in a weeke to touch no foode:
¶And but one meale on euery day beside:
45The which I hope is not enrolled there.
¶And then to sleepe but three houres in the night,
¶And not be seene to winke of all the day.
¶When I was wont to thinke no harme all night,
¶And make a darke night too of halfe the day:
50Which I hope well is not enrolled there.
¶What is the end of study, let me know?
¶know.
65To know the thing I am forbid to know:
¶As thus, to study where I well may dine,
70Or hauing sworne too hard a keeping oath,
¶Studie to breake it, and not breake my troth.
¶Studie knowes that which yet it doth not know,
¶Sweare me to this, and I will nere say no.
¶And traine our intellects to vaine delight.
¶Which with paine purchas'd, doth inherit paine,
¶As painefully to poare vpon a Booke,
80To seeke the light of truth, while truth the while
¶Light seeeking light, doth light of light beguile:
¶Your light growes darke by losing of your eyes.
85Studie me how to please the eye indeede,
¶By fixing it vpon a fairer eye,
¶And giue him light that it was blinded by.
¶Studie is like the heauens glorious Sunne,
¶Small haue continuall plodders euer wonne,
¶Saue base authoritie from others Bookes.
¶These earthly Godfathers of heauens lights,
¶That giue a name to euery fixed Starre,
95Haue no more profit of their shining nights,
¶Then those that walke and wot not what they are.
¶Too much to know, is to know nought but fame:
¶And euery Godfather can giue a name.
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