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The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cáckling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise, and true perfection! Peace, hoa! the moon sleeps with Endymion, And would not be awak'd!


This night, methinks, is but the daylight sick, It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, Such as the day is when the sun is hid.



A FATHER'S AUTHORITY, TO you your father should be as a god; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax, By him imprinted, and within his power Io leave the figure, or disfigure it.

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Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun; For aye* to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage: But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,

* Ever.

T'han that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Gruws, lives, and dies, in single blesseuness.



For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: Bit, either it was different in blood: Or else misgraffed, in respect of years: Or else it stood upor the choice of friends: Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentany* as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the colliedt night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and carthi, And ere a man hath power to say,–Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.


I swear to thee, by cupid's strongest bow;
By his best arrow with the golden head;
By the simplicity of Venus' doves;
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers lores:
And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen,
When the false Trojan under sail was seen;
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever woman spoke;
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
l'o-morrow truly will I meet with thce.

When Phæbe doth behold
ller siiver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearls the bladed grass.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity:
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the inind:

† Black,

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And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguild.
As weggish boys in game* themselves forswear,
So the boy love is perjur’a every where.


I am that merry wanderer of the niglit, ! jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-sed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a silly soal: And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab;t 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 hum, down topples she, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips, and lofle; 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 cn 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 peltingi river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents; The ox ha:h therefore stretch'd his yoke in rain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn

+ Wild apple. # Petty. f Banks which contain them.

* Sport

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:
Ånd 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
Js, as in a mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childingt autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,
By their increaso, now knows not which is which,

Thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such a dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,)
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm’d. a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west;
And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon;
And the imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation fancy-free.

* A game played by boys.
† Autumn producing flowers unseasonably.
† Produce.

§ Exempt from love.


Yet mark'd I where the bolt of cupid sell:
li leli upon a little western flower,-
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound,-
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness


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:
l'hr're sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.

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Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewlerries, I
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
'The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,
And light them ai the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
Tu have my love to bed, and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To lan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and dy him courtesies.


Is all the counsel that we two have shard, 'The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence, We, Herinia, like two artificials gods, llave with our neeld || created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushiori, Both warbling of one song, both in one kes; As is our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, * The greater cowslip. + Vigorous. Goosberries. $ Ingenious.

|| Needles.

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