LOVE'S LABOUR 'S LOST. Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile. Act i. Sc. I. Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers 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 A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Act i. Sc. I. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but, I think, now 't is not to be found. The rational hind Costard. Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Devise, wit! write, pen! for I am for whole volumes in folio. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, Act i. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. I. [Love's Labour's Lost continued. Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, Act ii. Sc. I. By my penny of observation. Act iii. Sc. I. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. A very beadle to a humorous sigh. Act iii. Sc. I. Act iii. Sc. I. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Act iii. Sc. I. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. Dictynna, good-man Dull. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 2. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourish'd in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. Act iv. Sc. 2. For where is any author in the world It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Act iv. Sc. 3. Act iv. Sc. 3. Love's Labour's Lost continued.] From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the Academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Act iv. Sc. 3. As sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony. Act iv. Sc. 3. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. I. Priscian a little scratch'd; 't will serve. Act v. Sc. I. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Act v. Sc. I. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. Act v. Sc. I. They have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Act v. Sc. 2. Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Act v. Sc. 2. When daisies pied, and violets blue, Act v. Sc. 2. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. But earthlier happy' is the rose distill'd, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, "Behold!" up. Act i. Sc. I. The course of true love never did run smooth. Act i. Sc. I. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Act i. Sc. I. Masters, spread yourselves. Act i. Sc. 2. This is Ercles' vein. Act i. Sc. 2. I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove: I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. Act i. Sc. 2. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Act i. Sc. 2. 1 'earthlier happy,' White, Cambridge, Dyce. 'earthly happier,' Singer, Staunton, Knight. Midsummer Night's Dream continued.] And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. Act ii. Sc. 1.1 In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Act ii. Sc. 1.1 I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. Act ii. Sc. 1.1 A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Act iii. Sc. I. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art trans I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. Act iv. Sc. I. Act v. Sc. I. 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Cambridge, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. |