True nobility is exempt from fear
Having nothing, nothing can he lose
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
O JUDGMENT! THOU ART FLED TO BRUTISH BEASTS, AND MEN HAVE LOST THEIR REASON.
AS HE WAS VALIANT, I HONOR HIM; BUT AS HE WAS AMBITIOUS, I SLEW HIM.
SPEAK, HANDS, FOR ME!
HOW MANY AGES HENCE
SHALL THIS OUR LOFTY SCENE BE ACTED O’ER,
IN STATES UNBORN AND ACCENTS YET UNKNOWN!
A PLAGUE OF ALL COWARDS, I SAY.
YOU CARE NOT WHO SEES YOUR BACK:
CALL YOU THAT BACKING OF FRIENDS?
A PLAGUE UPON SUCH A BACKING!
THERE LIVE NOT THREE GOOD MEN UNHANGED IN ENGLAND, AND ONE OF THEM IS FAT AND GROWS OLD.
BY HEAVEN METHINKS IT WERE AN EASY LEAP
TO PLUCK BRIGHT HONOR FROM THE PALE-FAC’D MOON,
OR DIVE INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE DEEP,
WHERE FATHOM-LINE COULD NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND,
AND PLUCK UP DROWNED HONOR BY THE LOCKS.
SHE SPEAKS, YET SHE SAYS NOTHING.
SEE! HOW SHE LEANS HER CHEEK UPON HER HAND:
O! THAT I WERE A GLOVE UPON THAT HAND,
THAT I MIGHT TOUCH THAT CHEEK.
A VERY GENTLE BEAST, AND OF A GOOD CONSCIENCE.
THE EYE OF MAN HATH NOT HEARD, THE EAR OF MAN HATH NOT SEEN, MAN’S HAND IS NOT ABLE TO TASTE, HIS TONGUE TO CONCEIVE, NOR HIS HEART TO REPORT, WHAT MY DREAM WAS.
I HAVE A REASONABLE GOOD EAR IN MUSIC: LET US HAVE THE TONGS AND THE BONES.
SO WE GREW TOGETHER,
LIKE A DOUBLE CHERRY, SEEMING PARTED,
BUT YET AN UNION IN PARTITION;
TWO LOVELY BERRIES MOLDED ON ONE STEM.
NIGHT AND SILENCE! WHO IS HERE? WEEDS OF ATHENS HE DOTH WEAR.
TO BRING – GOD SHIELD US! – A LION AMONG LADIES,
IS A MOST DREADFUL THING; FOR THERE IS NOT A MORE FEARFUL
WILD-FOWL THAN YOUR LION LIVING.
I’LL PUT A GIRDLE ROUND ABOUT THE EARTH IN FORTY MINUTES.
AND THE IMPERIAL VOTARESS PASSED ON,
IN MAIDEN MEDITATION, FANCY FREE.
YET MARK’D I WHERE THE BOLT OF CUPID FELL:
IT FELL UPON A LITTLE WESTERN FLOWER,
BEFORE MILK-WHITE, NOW PURPLE WITH LOVE’S WOUND,
AND MAIDENS CALL IT, LOVE-IN-IDLENESS.
THESE ARE THE FORGERIES OF JEALOUSY.
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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 MUSIC.
ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT, PROUD TITANIA.
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I AM THAT MERRY WANDERER OF THE NIGHT.
I JEST TO OBERON, AND MAKE HIM SMILE
WHEN I A FAT AND BEAN-FED HORSE BEGUILE,
NEIGHING IN LIKENESS OF A FILLY FOAL:
AND SOMETIMES LURK I IN GOSSIP’S BOWL,
IN VERY LIKENESS OF A ROASTED CRAB.
A PROPER MAN, AS ONE SHALL SEE IN A SUMMER’S DAY; A MOST LOVELY, GENTLEMAN-LIKE MAN
I WILL AGGRAVATE MY VOICE SO THAT I WILL ROAR YOU AS GENTLY AS ANY SUCKING DOVE; I WILL ROAR YOU AS ‘TWERE ANY NIGHTENGALE.
Alien Mascot!
!!!
Behold: HEPSHATE!
Could this be Love?
