Cymbeline
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Verse
Belarius Now for our mountain sport. Up to yond hill; Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens and sets off; And you may then revolve what tales I have told you Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war; This service is not service, so being done, But being so allow'd; to apprehend thus Draws us a profit from all things we see, And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O! this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a bribe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk; Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine, Yet keeps his book uncross'd; no life to ours. |