Art versus Science The Uninspired Love MALL have continual plodders ever SMALL won, Save base authority from other's books. These earthly god-fathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I, Sc. 1. WHY HY, universal plodding prisons up Ο THER slow arts entirely keep the brain; Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil; Courses as swift as thought in every power, For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? And when Love speaks, the voice of all the Make heaven drowsy with the harmony. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV, Sc. 3. Love Dreams The Poet RUE, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, L brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; 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. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V, Sc. 1. FIR O YOUTH AND LOVE IRE that's closest kept burns most of all. THEY love least that let men know Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I, Sc. 2. THA HAT love is merchandiz'd whose rich The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere. SILE ILENCE is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II, Sc. 1. The Silence of Love Hope and Patience Trans figuring Hope Love's The Love's Heralds OPE is a lover's staff; walk hence with And manage it against despairing thoughts. RUE hope is swift, and flies with swal- TRU Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II, Sc. 7. IDST thou but know the inly touch of love, DT Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow L OVE'S heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams |