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And waxen in their mirth, and

neeze,

and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there.

FAIRY JEALOUSY, AND THE EFFECTS OF IT. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beachy margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Have every pelting* river made so proud, That they have overborne their continentst; The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morrist is fill'd up with mud; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable; The human mortals want their winter here; No night is now with hymn or carol bless'd: Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound: And thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds * Petty. + Banks which contain them. A game played by boys

Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, The childing

* autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, By their increaset, now knows not which is which.

LOVE IN IDLENESS.

Thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory;
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her

song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the seamaid's music.
That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not),
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west;
And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon;
And the imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-freet.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower, -
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.

A FAIRY BANK.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips, and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with lush|| woodbine, * Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. + Produce.

Exempt from love. $ The greater cowslip. || Vigorous.

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Lulld in these flowers with dances and delight.

ACT III. .

FAIRY COURTESIES.

Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, 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 glowworm's eyes, \ To have my love to bed, and to arise; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

FEMALE FRIENDSHIP 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 innocencel We, Hermia, like two artificialt 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, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;

* Gooseberries. + Ingenious. Needles

Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor

friend? It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: Our sex, as well as I, may chide

you

for it, Though I alone do feel the injury.

DAYBREAK.

Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; [there, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Troop home to church-yards.

ACTIV.

DEW IN FLOWERS.

And that same dew, which sometime on the buds 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.

HUNTING,

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding*; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

HOUNDS.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,

* Sound.

So flew'd*, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls

, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holloa'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.

ACT V. THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compactt: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, [heaven; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.

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'd, And duty in his service perishing.

MODEST DUTY ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE.

Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences,

* The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
+ Are made of mere imagination.

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