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.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 