• From “Twelfth Night,” Act I. Sc. 5.
      VIOLA.—’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
    Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive,
    If you will lead these graces to the grave,
    And leave the world no copy.

  • From “The Merchant of Venice,” Act III. Sc. 2.
    FAIR Portia’s counterfeit? What demi-god
    Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes?
    Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
    Seem they in motion? Here are severed lips,
    Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar
    Should sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs
    The painter plays the spider;...

  • See the chariot at hand here of Love!
      Wherein my lady rideth!
    Each that draws is a swan, or a dove,
      And well the car Love guideth.
    As she goes, all hearts do duty
                Unto her beauty.
    And, enamored, do wish, so they might
                But enjoy such a sight,
    That they still were to run by her side
    Through swords...

  • From the First Sestiad of “Hero and Leander”
    ON Hellespont, guilty of true love’s blood,
    In view and opposite two cities stood,
    Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune’s might;
    The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
    At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,
    Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,
    And offered as a dower his burning throne,
    ...

  • From the Greek of Philostratus
    From “The Forest”
    DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
      And I will pledge with mine;
    Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
      And I ’ll not look for wine.
    The thirst that from the soul doth rise
      Doth ask a drink divine;
    But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
      I would not change for thine.

    I sent...

  • From “The Vision of Delight”
    BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud,
      And spread thy purple wings,
    Now all thy figures are allowed,
      And various shapes of things;
    Create of airy forms a stream,
    It must have blood, and naught of phlegm;
    And though it be a waking dream,
      Yet let it like an odor rise
        To all the senses...

  • From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act V. Sc. 1.

    THE LUNATIC, the lover, and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to...

  • From “Romeo and Juliet,” Act I. Sc. 4.
      O, THEN, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you.
    She is the fairies’ midwife; and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
    On the fore-finger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomies
    Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep:
    Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;
    The...

  • From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act II. Sc. 1.

    OVER hill, over dale,
      Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
      Thorough flood, thorough fire,
    I do wander everywhere,
    Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
    And I serve the fairy queen,
    To dew her orbs upon the green;
    The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
    In...

  • From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act II. Sc. 1.

      OBERON.—My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou remember’st
    Since once I sat upon a promontory,
    And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
    Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
    That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
    And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
    To hear the sea-maid’s...