ARIEL'S SONG. In The Tempest. V. I. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; 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. SONG IN CYMBELINE. II. 3. 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. IMOGEN. In Cymbeline. IV. 2. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Fear no more the frown o' the great, Care no more to clothe and eat ; Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan. SIGH NO MORE, LADIES. In Much Ado About Nothing. II. 3. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more; But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Sing no more ditties, sing no mo WHO IS SILVIA? In Two Gentlemen of Verona. IV. 2. "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 admir-ed be. "Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness ? " To help him of his blindness; SONNET XXIX. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,— From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. SONNET LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead Nay, if you read this line, remember not Oh! if I say, you look upon this verse, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, SONNET CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Oh no! it is an ever-fix-ed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks If this be error, and upon me proved, SIR JOHN DAVIES. [1570-1626 From "THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL,"-xxix. Oh! what is man, great Maker of mankind! That thou to him so great respect dost bear! That thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind, Mak'st him a king, and e'en an angel's peer! Oh what a lively life, what heavenly power, What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, How great, how plentiful, how rich a dower Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire! Thou leav'st thy print in other works of thine; Except like thee it should be infinite! Nor hath he given these blessings for a day, 1582-1650] PHINEAS FLETCHER. If God build not the house, and lay If He be not their bars and wall, Though then thou wak'st when others rest, But God his child will feed and keep, 1573-1631] JOHN DONNE. SONG. Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness of thee, Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here to-day; Nor half so short a way. |