"IF THOU CANST" PUZELS THE WILL
Art Neuendorffer
QUARTO I: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 3, Scene 1
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to dye, to SLEEPe
No more; and by a SLEEPe, to say we end
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to SLEEPe,
To SLEEPe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
For in that SLEEPe of death, what dreames may come,
When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile,
Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the POORE mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The vndiscoUERED Countrey, from whose Borne
No TRAUELLER returnes, PUZELS THE WILL,
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_Joseph Andrews_ by Henry Fielding
Book I : CHAP. II.
Stay TRAVELLER, for underneath this Pew
Lies fast ASLEEP that merry Man Andrew;
When the last Day's great Sun shall gild the Skies,
Then he shall from his TOMB get up and *RISE*.
Be merry while THOU CAN'ST:
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STAY PASSENGER, WHY GOEST THOV BY SO FAST?
READ IF THOV CANST, WHOM ENVIOVS DEATH HATH PLAST
WITH IN THIS MONVMENT SHAKSPEARE: WITH WHOME,
QVICK NATVRE DIDE WHOSE NAME, DOTH DECK YS TOMBE,
FAR MORE, THEN COST: SIEH ALL, YT HE HATH WRITT,
LEAVES LIVING ART, BVT PAGE, TO SERVE HIS WITT.
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King Henry IV, Part i Act 2, Scene 2
PRINCE HENRY: lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground
and list IF THOU CANST hear the tread of TRAVELLERS.
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Macbeth Act 3, Scene 4
MACBETH: IF THOU CANST nod, speak too.
If CHARNEL-HOUSES and our graves must send
Those that we bury back, our MONUMENTS
Shall be the maws of kites.
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All's Well That Ends Well Act 2, Scene 3
KING: the mere word's a slave
DEBOSH'd on EVERy tomb, on EVERy grave
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
IF THOU CANST like this creature as a maid,
I can create the rest: virtue and she
Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.
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Othello, The Moor of Venice Act 1, Scene 3
IAGO: IF THOU CANST CUckold him, thou dost
thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many
events in the womb of time which will be DEliVERED.
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King Lear Act 1, Scene 4
KENT: If but as well I other accents borrow,
That can my speech defuse, my good intent
May carry through itself to that full issue
For which I razed my likeness. Now, banish'd Kent,
IF THOU CANST sERVE where thou dost stand condemn'd,
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King Henry VI, Part ii Act 4, Scene 10
IDEN: See IF THOU CANST outface me with thy looks:
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
As for words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
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King Henry VI, Part i Act 1, Scene 4
TALBOT: What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, IF THOU CANST speak:
Act 1, Scene 5
JOAN LA PUCELLE: O'ertake me, IF THOU CANST;
Act 3, Scene 1
OF WINCHESTER: IF THOU CANST accuse,
Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
Do it without INVENTION, suddenly;
As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
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The Merchant of Venice Act 4, Scene 1
BASSANIO: Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him;
Give him the ring, and bring him, IF THOU CANST,
Unto Antonio's house: away! make haste.
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As You Like It Act 3, Scene 5
PHEBE: Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye:
'Tis pretty, sure, and VERy probable,
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be call'd tyrants, BUTCHERs, murderers!
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Now COUNTERFEIT to swoon; why now fall down;
Or IF THOU CANST not, O, for shame, for shame,
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 3, Scene 4
HAMLET Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The COUNTERFEIT presentment of two brothers.
... What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one TRUE sense
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
IF THOU CANST mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders WILL.
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King Henry V Act 5, Scene 2
KING HENRY V: I could lay on like a BUTCHER and
sit like a jack-an-apes, nEVER off. But, before God,
Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my
eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation;
only downright oaths, which I nEVER use till urged,
nor nEVER break for urging. IF THOU CANST love a
fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth
sun-burning, that nEVER looks in his glass for love
of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy
cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: IF THOU CANST
love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee
that I shall die, is TRUE; but for thy love, by the
Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou
livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and
uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other
places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that
can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do
always reason themselves out again. What! a
speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A
good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a
black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax
hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the
moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it
shines bright and nEVER changes, but keeps his
course truly. If thou would have such a one, take
me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier,
take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love?
speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
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Pericles Prince of Tyre Act 5, Scene 1
PERICLES: tell me, IF THOU CANST,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?
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Cymbeline Act 2, Scene 2
IMOGEN: Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And IF THOU CANST awake by four o' the clock,
I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly
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Titus Andronicus Act 4, Scene 1
MARCUS ANDRONICUS: guide, IF THOU CANST
This after me, when I have writ my name
Without the help of any hand at all.
[He writes his name with his staff,
and guides it with feet and mouth]
Cursed be that heart that forced us to this shift!
Write thou good niece; and here display, at last,
What God will have discover'd for revenge;
Heaven guide thy pen to print thy sorrows plain,
That we may know the traitors and the TRUTH!
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King Henry VIII Act 3, Scene 1
QUEEN KATHARINE:
Take thy [color:blue][b]LUTE[/b][/color], wench: my soul grows sad with
troubles;
Sing, and disperse 'em, IF THOU CANST: leave working.
[SONG]
Orpheus with his [color:blue][b]LUTE[/b][/color] made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
EVER SPRUNG; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting SPRING.
EVERy thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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QUARTO I: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 3, Scene 1
Ham. To be, or not to be, I there's the point,
To DIE, to SLEEPe, is that ALL? I ALL:
No, to SLEEPe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreame of death, when wee AWAKE,
And borne before an EUERlasting Iudge,
From whence no PASSENGER EUER retur'nd,
The vndiscoUERED country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd.
But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the POORE?
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THE FOURTH POPE: Clement I - November 23
Patron saint of the Guild Died c. 100.
http://users.erols.com/saintpat/ss/1123.htm#clem
<<Pope Clement I (called CLEMENS ROMANUS) has left one
genuine writing, a letter to the Church of Corinth:
"Through jealousy & ENVY the greatest & most righteous pillars
of the church were persecuted & contended unto death."
"The strong must make sure that they care for the weak. The rich
must be certain to give enough to supply all the needs of the POOR.
The POOR must thank God for supplying their needs ... We all need
each other: the great need the small, the small need the great.
In our body, the head is useless without the feet and the feet
without the head. The tiniest limbs of our body are useful
and necessary to the whole">>
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Table of the Annotations in Edward de Vere's Geneva Bible
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Book |Chap|Verse|Verse Marks | Markings in the Margin
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Prov | 3 |10 | N | A "giue vnto the POORe"
Eccl | 5 | 7 | N(R) | A "Poo<re>"
Isa | 29 |19 | | A "Poo<re>"
Amos | 5 |11 | | A "Poo<re>"
| 5 |12 | N | A "sinne"/"POOR<e>"
| 8 | 4 | | A "Poo<re>"
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Ecclus | 14 |13 | | A "vnto the POORe" ("him" Xed out)
Bar | 6 |27 | | A "POORe"
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2 Cor | 9 | 1 | N(R) | A(R) "Almes"
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http://SHAKespeareAuthorship.com/monrefs.html
1.One of the First Folios in the Folger SHAKespeare Library (no. 26
according to the Folger numbering) contains three handwritten
poems on the last end page of the volume, written in a
secretary hand dating from approximately the 1620s.
The first of these is the poem from SHAKespeare's monument:
Stay PASSENGER, why goest thou by so fast
READ IF YOU CANST whome envious death hath plac'd
Within this monument SHAKespeare with whome
Quick Nature dy'd whose name doth deck his TOMBe
far more then cost, sith ALL yt hee hath writt
Leaves living Art but page to serve his witt.
The second is not recorded elsewhere, and goes as follows:
Heere SHAKespeare lyes whome none but Death could SHAKe
and heere shall ly till judgement all AWAKE;
when the last trumpet doth unclose his eyes
the wittiest POET in the world shall *RISE*.
[SHAKespeare Quarterly 39 (1988):60]
The third poem is the one on SHAKespeare's TOMBstone,
Good friend, for [JE]{SUS}' sake, forbear
To dig the du[ST] enclosed here:
Blest be the man that SPA[RE]s these stones,
And curst be he that MO[VE]s my bones.
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SPA, n. A general name for medical springs.
So called from SPA, in Belgium, in the 17th century
the most fashionable watering-place in Europe
<<EVERy evening at lighting up o'clock sharp and
until further notice in Feenichts Playhouse.>> -- FW
Phoenix PARK (Dublin). A corruption of the Gaelic Fion-uise (fair
water), from a spring at one time resorted to as a chalybeate SPA.
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<<During the concert I walked in the PARK with Lady Fragrantia: she was
dressed that morning in a chemise à la reine. "I like," said she, "the
dew of the morning, 'tis delicate and ethereal, and, by thus beSPAngling
me, I think it will more approximate me to the nature of the rose [for
her looks were like Aurora]; and to confirm the VERMILION I shall go to
SPA." "And drink the Pouhon spring," added I, gazing at her from top to
toe. "Yes," replied the lovely Fragrantia, "with all my heart; 'tis the
drink of sweetness and delicacy. Never were there any creatures like the
water-drinkers at SPA; they seem like so many thirsty blossoms on a
PEACH-TREE, that suck up the shower in the scorching heat. There is a
certain something in the waters that gives vigour to the whole frame,
and expands EVERy heart with rapture and benevolence. They drink! good
gods! how they do drink! and then, how they sleep! Pray, my dear Baron,
were you ever at the falls of Niagara?" "Yes, my lady," replied I,
surprised at such a STRANGE association of ideas; "I have been, many
years ago, at the Falls of Niagara, and found no more difficulty in
swimming up and down the cataracts than I should to move a minuet." At
that moment she dropped her nosegay. "Ah," said she, as I presented it
to her, "there is no great variety in these polyanthuses. I do assure
you, my dear Baron, that there is taste in the selection of flowers as
well as everything else, and were I a girl of sixteen I should wear some
rose-buds in my bosom, but at five-and-twenty I think it would be more
apropos to wear a full-blown rose, quite ripe, and ready to drop off the
stalk for want of being pulled- heigh-ho!" "But pray, my lady," said I,
"how do you like the concert?" "Alas!" said she, languishingly, while
she laid her hand upon my shoulder "what are these bodiless sounds and
vibration to me? and yet what an exquisite sweetness in the songs of the
northern part of our island:- 'Thou art gone awa' from me, Mary!' How
pathetic and divine the little airs of Scotland and the Hebrides! But
never, never can I think of that same Doctor Johnson - that CONSTABLE,
as Fergus MacLeod calls him - but I have an idea of a great brown
full-bottomed wig and a HOGSHEAD of PORTER!
- CHAPTER 30 - Baron Munchausen's _Gulli[VER REV]iv[ED]
OR, THE VICE OF LYING PROPERLY EXPOSED_ (1793)
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http://www.askoxford.com/asktheexperts/faq/aboutwords/longestword
Some editions of the Guinness Book of Records mention:
aequeosalinocalcalinoceraceoaluminosocupreovitriolic
A (52 letter) word to describe the SPA waters at Bath
-- Dr Edward STROTHER (1675-1737).
This kind of verbal game originates, so far as records attest,
with the ancient Greek comic playwright Aristophanes,
inventor of Cloud-CUckoo-Land (Nephelokokkygia).
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Art Neuendorffer