"O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle, / Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle."
— Anonymous
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
Oxford
Date
1602
Metaphor
"O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle, / Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle."
Metaphor in Context
DORASTUS
O thou which hast thy staffe to bee thy tutor,
Whose head doth shine with bright hairs white as pewter,
Like silver moone, when as shee kist her minion
In Late-mouse mont, the swaine yclipt Endimion,
Who, beeing cald Endimion the drowsye,
Slept fifty yeers, & for want of shift was lowsye;
O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle,
Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle,
O thou that pickest wisdome out of guttes
As easy as men doe kernells out of nuttes,
Looke in our midriffs, & I pray you tell vs
Whether wee two shall live & dye good fellowes.
(pp. 10-11)
O thou which hast thy staffe to bee thy tutor,
Whose head doth shine with bright hairs white as pewter,
Like silver moone, when as shee kist her minion
In Late-mouse mont, the swaine yclipt Endimion,
Who, beeing cald Endimion the drowsye,
Slept fifty yeers, & for want of shift was lowsye;
O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle,
Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle,
O thou that pickest wisdome out of guttes
As easy as men doe kernells out of nuttes,
Looke in our midriffs, & I pray you tell vs
Whether wee two shall live & dye good fellowes.
(pp. 10-11)
Categories
Provenance
Looking up words in the OED: "portmanteau, n"
Citation
Narcissus: A Twelfe Night Merriment (David Nutt: London, 1893). <Link to UVa E-Text Center Edition>
Date of Entry
11/22/2005
Date of Review
06/06/2011
