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NOTHING GOOD OUT OF SEASON.
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.
meu«. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
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.
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,
T'han that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Gruws, lives, and dies, in single blesseuness.
TRUE LOVE EVER CROSSED.
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;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
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.
Hath rotted, ere his youth attained a beard
LOVE IN IDLENESS.
* A game played by boys.
§ Exempt from love.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of cupid sell:
A FAIRY BINK.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
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.