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Give me a look, give me a face,
THE TRIUMPH OF CHARIS
(From "A Celebration of Charis ” in Underwoods, 1616) See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my Lady rideth!
And well the car Love guideth.
Unto her beauty;
But enjoy such a sight,
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world compriseth!
As Love's star when it riseth!
Than words that soothe her;
Sheds itself through the face,
All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife.
Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver?
Or swan's down ever?
Or the nard in the fire?
O so white,–O so soft,-0 so sweet is she!
(From Cynthia's Revels, Act V. sc. 3, 1600)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Bless us then with wished sight,
Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
Thou that makest a day of night,
SILVIA (From The Tido Gentlemen of Verona, IV. 2, 1598 ; acted
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
The heaven such grace did lend her,
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
To help him of his blindness;
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling:
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE
(From As You Like It, II. 5, acted 1599)
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Who doth ambition shun
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Here shall he see
O MISTRESS MINE, WHERE ARE YOU ROAMING
(From Twelfth Night, II. 3, about 1601)
That can sing both high and low:
Every wise man's son doth know.
What's to come is still unsúre:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
TAKE, OH, TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY
(From Measure for Measure, IV. 1, 1603)
That so sweetly were forsworn;
Lights that do mislead the morn;
bring again. Seals of love, but seald in vain,
seal'd in vain.
HARK, HARK, THE LARK
(From Cymbeline, II. 3, 1609)
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus ’gins arise,
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
(From the same, IV. 2)
Fear no more the heat of 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 tyrants' 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 light'ning flash;