Unit 2: Selection Vocabulary 2

We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.

Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.

Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes
of summer.

And once we had it,
had smelled and tasted the fragrant syrup,
placing the pan on a back burner for keeping,
the sorrow lifted in small ways.

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph

I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.

I am at pains that all shall hear my speech,
And ring it out as roundly as a bell,
For I know all by heart the thing I tell.
My theme is always one, and ever was:
‘Radix malorum est cupiditas.’

Indulgences of pope and cardinal,
Of patriarch and bishop, these I do
Show, and in Latin speak some words, a few

If any man be here in church right now
That’s done a sin so horrible that he
Dare not, for shame of that sin shriven be

Of avarice and of all such wickedness
Is all my preaching, thus to make them free
With offered pence, the which pence come to me.

For, when I dare not otherwise debate,
Then do I sharpen well my tongue and sting
The man in sermons, and upon him fling
My lying defamations