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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot :
As friend remembered not.
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
As You Like It, ii. 7.
IMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf;
Or a harlot for her weeping ;
Timon of Athens, i. 2.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies : Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame that never dies : So the life that died with shame, Lives in death with glorious fame.
Much Ado About Nothing, v. 3.
(Ariel sing.) Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made;
Nothing of him that doth fade
The Tempest, i. 2.
(Paris loq.) SWEET flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew
O woe! thy canopy is dust and stonesWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew,
Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
Romeo and Juliet, v. 3.
THE WAY OF THE WORLD.
Why let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play:
So runs the world away.
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly?
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
0, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation! where, alack!
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ?
No longer mourn for me, when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe. 0! if, I say, you look
this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay: Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
“Ut flos in septis secretus nascitur hortis
Ignotus pecori, nullo contusus aratro.' They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense ; T! are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
Though to itself it only live and die :
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
THE SISTER ARTS.
If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense : Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such,
As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound
That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes; And I in deep delight am chiefly drowned,
Whenas himself to singing he betakes. One god is god of both, as poets feign; One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.