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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.

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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.

William Shakespeare.

15

1623.

“O MISTRESS MINE, WHERE ARE

YOU ROAMING?"

From Twelfth Night

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming ?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming

That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting-

Every wise man's son doth know.

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What is love? 't is not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;

What 's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss ine, sweet and twenty,

Youth 's a stuff will not endure. 1623.

William Shakespeare.

12

“TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS

AWAY"

From Measure for Measure

TAKE, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were 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 !

William Shakespeare.

1623.

LOVE

From Merchant of Venice

TELL me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished ?

Reply, reply.

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It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy's knell:
I 'll begin it,—ding, dong, bell.

Ding, dong, bell. 1600.

William Shakespeare.

10

CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH

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CRABBED Age and Youth
Cannot live together :
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather ;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and Age is tame :-
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long

William Shakespeare (?)

20

1599

“ON A DAY, ALACK THE DAY!”

From L. L. L.

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On a day, alack the day!
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind
All unseen 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
Do not call it sin in me
That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.

William Shakespeare.

20

1598.

“ COME AWAY, COME AWAY,

DEATH”

From Twelfth Night

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Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.

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Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall

be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, o where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

16 1623.

William Shakespeare.

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