Thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
Thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs
are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
Because I cannot flatter and look fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
And, besides, the King
Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,
But to be still hot summer's tanlings and
The shrinking slaves of winter.
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but leadest this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought,
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse, more strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty;
And where thou now exacts the penalty,
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh,
Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,
But, touch'd with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal,
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back-
Enow to press a royal merchant down,
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtesy.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories