Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1885 — The Modern Shakspeare. [ARTICLE]

The Modern Shakspeare.

“A chilly evening this, Andromeda !” “And quite in keeping with thy wooing, sirrah.” “So, ho! Now blows the wind in troublous quarters, quotha! From what new quiver of thy mind’s caprice did’st pluck this arrow of suspicion, maid?” “From none, Sir Apathy ! If thou art stabbed, ’tis with an icicle of thine unconcern. ”

“My unconcern! Great Socrates forbid! In all the scroll of me iniquities there is no item that will semblance that." “Yet such is e’en the later accusation of thy lips. There was a time when thou did’st kiss as thou would’st drain the fountain of the heart, but recent pressures of thy dainty lips are light as a merest shred of thistle-down.”

“Ha, ha! here’s freshness for thee. Dost thou know ”

“Aye! Well I know by that thou lovest me not. The devotee at love’s ecstatic shrine tips not the portal of his idol’s breath as if ’twere there the small-pox bred its germs. The bee that seeks for nectar i’ the bud doth sometime linger at the precious mine, and only spinsters, loveless grown and sere, or toothless churls with souls o’er given to gold, do kiss as waning Romeos do kiss. ” “Be all the comely comities of Cupid, I like that well! Me little doxy fancies not this touching lips! She pouts at kisses that do shallow seem as flakes of ice that hint at winter’s birth. Enough, sweet angel, but another day and this same gum-boil that has tamed me suit will leave no trace of its restrainmg power, and then I’ll fatten on thy ruby Ups as one who knew no other fount of sustenance. Nay, an’ thou cravest kisses—kisses with sweet duration in their visitings—and taste of heaven just a gliff beyond, I’ll give thee such till thou dost think the god of love hath given thee bon ; bons for thy nourishment, and banked thy mouth with pyramids of jam.”— Yonkers Ga zette.