From “King Henry Eighth,” Act III. Sc. 1.
ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing;
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting Spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their...
Maintenant que le Ciel, plein d'une alme influence,
Chasse par ses doux feux l'outrageuse froideur
De l'orageux hiver, et fait par la vigueur
De l'humide et du sec féconder la semence,
Maintenant que Zéphyr dompte la violence
Du plus brave Aquilon, duquel l'âpre roideur
Entrouvre de Thétis l'horrible profondeur,
Et s'ouvrant jusqu'aux cieux ses...
