And learn to court it like a gentleman.
’ Tis not a black coat and a little band,
A velvet-cap’d cloak, fac’d before with serge,
And smelling to a nosegay all the day,
Or holding of a napkin in your hand,
Or saying a long grace at a table’s end,
Or making low legs to a nobleman,
Or looking downward, with your eye-lids close,
And saying, “Truly, an’t may please your honour,”
Can get you any favour with great men:
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,
And now and then stab, as occasion serves.”
|—||Christopher Marlowe, Edward the Second|
This is Kit, who is talking about how students have to dress and act. I don't think he had a good time at school.
My Picture Left in Scotland
I now think, Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
Whom I adore so much should so slight me,
And cast my love behind.
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet,
And every close did meet
In sentence of as subtle feet
As hath the youngest he
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
Oh, but my conscious fears,
That fly my thoughts between,
Tell me that she hath seen
My hundred of gray hairs,
Told seven and forty years,
Read so much waste, as she cannot embrace
My mountain belly and my rocky face;
And all these through her eyes have stopped her ears.
And here is Ben Jonson-- worried that he has lost his looks.
I just want to hug them both.