The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. LXXIII That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang In me thou see'st the twilight of such day Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. 5 ΙΟ 5 ΙΟ This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, CXVI Let me not to the marriage of true minds Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever-fixèd 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 Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. A MADRIGAL [From The Passionate Pilgrim] CRABBED Age and Youth Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, IO 5 5 WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, 5 ΤΟ 15 TELL ME, WHERE IS FANCY BRED [From The Merchant of Venice] TELL me, where is fancy bred, It is engendered in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell; I'll begin it,- Ding, dong, bell. UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE [From As You Like It] UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND [From As You Like It] BLOW, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky! That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. SIGH NO MORE, LADIES [From Much Ado about Nothing] SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more! One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never: And be you blithe and bonny, 5 ΙΟ 15 5 |