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Yet mark'd I where the bolt of cupid fell:
A FAIRY BANK.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips* and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Is all the counsel that we two have shard,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Night's swift dragons cut tht clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and
there, Troop home to church-yards.
DEW IN FLOWERS. And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd,* so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.
THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
SIMPLICITY AND DUTY.
For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing.
MODEST DUTY ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet,
* The flews are the large chaps of a hound. † Are made of mere imagination.
Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.* Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the seritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in wo,
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
PEACE INSPIRES LOVE.
BUT now I am return’d, and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is.
D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tire the hearer with a book of words: If thou dost love sair Hero, cherish it; And I will break with her, and with her father, And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end, That thou began’st to twist so fine a story? Claud, How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complexion !
than the flood?
FRIENDSHIP IN LOVE. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.t
MERIT ALWAYS MODEST.
It is the witness still of excellency,
BENEDICT THE BACHELOR'S RECANTATION. This can be no trick: The conference was sadly borne.1–They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me! why it must be requited. I hear how I am censured; they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.
I did never think to marry :--I must not seem proud:-Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous;'tis so, I Once for all.
f Passion. Seriously carried on.