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Hath rotted, ere his youth attained a beard
LOVE IN IDLENESS.
* A game played by boys.
Produce. § Exempt from love.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of cupid fell:
· A FAIRY BANK.
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 at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, 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, Hermia, like two artificials gods, Have with our neelds|| created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, * The greater cowslip. + Vigorous. Goosberrien $ Ingenious.
Had been incorporate. So we grew together, ,
there, Troop home to church-yards.
DEW IN FLOWERS. And that same dew, which sometime on the bude Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, nd mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd,* so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla’d to, nor cheer'd with norn.
SIMPLICITY AND DUTY.
For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'a, And duty in his service perishing.
MODEST DUTY ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed so greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet.
* The flews are the large chaps of a hound. † Are made of mere imagination.
Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.* Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in wo,
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one iets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
MUCH ADO ABOUT YOTHING.
PEACE INSPIRES LOVE. BUT now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is.
D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tire the hearer with a book of words: If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; And I will break with her, and with her father, And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end, That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,