Bright Phæbus in his strength,-a malady Winter's Tale, iv. 4. XLVI. A MOTHER'S IMAGE. Discovery of Marina. (Pericles loq.) My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows; Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced: her eyes as jewel-like, And cased as richly: in pace another Juno; Which starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry, The more she gives them speech. Prithee, speak; Pericles, v. i. SONGS. I. SILVIA.' WHO is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven 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 helped, inhabits there. 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. The Two Gentlemen of Verona, iv. 1. II. THE CHARMS OF MUSIC. ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees Bow themselves when he did sing: There had made a lasting spring. a Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. Henry VIII., iii. 3. III. 重 • The first dark day of nothingness The last of danger and distress.' FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages : Home art gone and ta’en thy wages : Fear no more the frown o' the great ; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone: Fear not slander, censure rash : Thou hast finished joy and moan : All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. Cymbeline, iv. 2. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Everyone lets forth his sprite, In the church way paths to glide ; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team, Following darkness like a dream, A Midsummer Night's Dream, v. 1. 5. (Juno and Ceres sing.) HONOUR, riches, marriage-blessing, Earth's increase, foison plenty, Spring come to you at the farthest The Tempest, iv. 1. 6. (Ariel sings.) WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; After summer merrily. The Tempest, v. 1. . V. REVEILLEZ. HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, On chaliced flowers that lies : To ope their golden eyes : Cymbeline, ii. 3. VI. LOVE RESTRAINED. On a day-alack the day ! G |