Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. Which are deuour'd as fast as they are made,
Vlis. Forgot as soone as done: perseuerance. deere my Lord,
Vlis. Keepes honor bright, to haue done, is to hang
Vlis. Quite out of fashion, like a rustie male,
Vlis. In monumentall mockrie: take the instant way,
Vlis. For honour trauels in a straight so narrow,
Vlis. Where one but goes a breast, keepe then the path:
Vlis. For emulation hath a thousand Sonnes,
Vlis. That one by one pursue; if you giue way,
Vlis. Or hedge aside from the direct forth right;
Vlis. Like to an entred Tyde, they all rush by,
Vlis. And leaue you hindmost:
Vlis. Or like a gallant Horse falne in first ranke,
Vlis. Lye there for pauement to the abiect, neere
Vlis. Ore‑run and trampled on: then what they doe in present,
Vlis. Though lesse then yours in past, must ore‑top yours:
Vlis. For time is like a fashionable Hoste,
Vlis. That slightly shakes his parting Guest by th'hand;
Vlis. And with his armes out‑stretcht as he would flye,
Vlis. Graspes in the commer: the welcome euer smiles,