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Bright Phoebus in his strength,-a malady
Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one!

Winter's Tale, iv. 4.

XLVI.

A MOTHER'S IMAGE.

Discovery of Marina.

(Pericles loq.) My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square

brows; Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced: her eyes as jewel-like, And cased as richly: in pace another Juno; Which starves the ears she feeds, and makes them

hungry, The more she gives them speech.

Prithee, speak;
Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look’st
Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace
For the crowned Truth to dwell in.

Pericles, v. i. SONGS.

I.

SILVIA.'

Who is Silvia ? what is she,

That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness. Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness ; And, being helped, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,

That Silvia is excelling: She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, iv. 1.

II.

THE CHARMS OF MUSIC.

ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze

Bow themselves wben he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers

There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,

Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing die.

Henry VIII., iii. 3.

III.

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The first dark day of nothingness

The last of danger and distress.' FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,

Nor the furious winter's rages :
Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone and ta'en thy wages :
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great ;

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke : Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,

Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone: Fear not slander, censure rash :

Thou hast finished joy and moan : All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.

Cymbeline, iv. 2.

Now it is the time of night

That the graves, all gaping wide, Everyone lets forth his sprite,

In the churchway paths to glide ; And we fairies that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house :
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, v. 1.

5.

(Juno and Ceres sing.)

HONOUR, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you !
Juno sings her blessings on you.

Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty;
Vines with clustering bunches growing,
Plants with goodly burden bowing.

Spring come to you at the farthest
In the

very

end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you ; Ceres' blessing so is on you.

The Tempest, iv. 1.

6.

(Ariel sings.)

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The Tempest, v. 1.

V.

REVEILLEZ.

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies :
And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes :
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise ;
Arise, arise !

Cymbeline, ii. 3.

VI.

LOVE RESTRAINED.

On a day—alack the day !-
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,

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