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Into something rich and strange.
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;
There I couch, when owls do cry.
After summer, merrily:
FROM TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
WHO is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she:
The heavens 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 help'd inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
FROM MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
TAKE, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly are forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again,
Bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,
Seal'd in vain!
FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen :
Philomel, with melody,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby;
Come our lovely lady nigh;
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Beetles black, approach not near; Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel with melody, &c.
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 woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies that do run
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Through this house, give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
First, rehearse this song by rote:
Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall upon their children be.
And the owner of it blest.
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.