And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind: PUCK. I am that merry wanderer of the night, I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a silly foal. And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab;† And, when she drink, against her lips I bob, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. FAIRY JEALOUSY, AND THE EFFECTS OF IT. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beachy margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Have every pelting river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents;§ The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn * Sport. † Wild apple. § Banks which contain them. ‡ Petty. L Hath rotted, ere his youth attained a beard The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrian flock; The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable; The human mortals want their winter here; No night is now with hymn or carol bless'd:Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound: And through this distemperature, we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyems' chin, an icy crown, • An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in a mockery, set: The spring, the summer, The childingt autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. LOVE IN IDLENESS. Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) * A game played by boys. † Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. + Produce. § Exempt from love.. A Yet mark'd I where the bolt of cupid fell: A FAIRY BANK. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, ACT III. FAIRY COURTESIES. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; FEMALE FRIENDSHIP. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, * The greater cowslip. † Vigorous. ‡ Goosberries. || Needles. 1. Had been incorporate. So we grew together, 1 Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: DAYBREAK. Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards. ACT IV. DEW IN FLOWERS. And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, HUNTING. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding;* for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. * Sound. HOUNDS. 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. ACT V. THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact:† One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heav'n; And, as imagination bodies forth A local habitation, and a name. 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. |