Imágenes de página
PDF
ePub
[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

From those high towers this noble lord issuing,

Like radiant Hesper when his golden hayre
In th' ocean billowes he hath bathed fayre,
Descended to the rivers open vewing,
With a great traine ensuing.

Above the rest were goodly to bee seene Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature,

Beseeming well the bower of anie queene, 170 With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature, Fit for so goodly stature:

That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight,

Which decke the bauldricke of the heavens bright.

They two, forth pacing to the rivers side, Received those two faire brides, their loves delight,

Which, at th' appointed tyde,
Each one did make his bryde,
Against their brydale day, which is not
long:

Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end

[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

[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,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend rememb'red not.

Heigh-ho! sing, etc.

SONG

[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.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

SONG

[From Cymbeline]

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus gins arise

His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise.

[blocks in formation]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

But if the while I think on thee, dear When sometime lofty towers I see downfriend,

All losses are restor❜d and sorrows end.

55

Nor marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these

contents

Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish

time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgement that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

60

razed

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store;

When I have seen such interchange of state,

Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love

away.

This thought is as a death, which cannot choose

But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

65

SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold

out

LIKE as the waves make towards the peb- Against the wreckful siege of batt'ring days,

bled shore,

[blocks in formation]

When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?

Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?

Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine
bright.

66

TIR'D with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:

« AnteriorContinuar »