O rest! to rest! the herald of the day, Bright Phosphorus, commands you hence, away! Oh, yet how early! and before her time As if she loved not bed. What haste the jealous sun doth make His fiery horses up to take, And once more show his head, Lest, dazzled with the brightness of this night, The world should wish it last, and never miss his light. CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. Our Best Pilot. 'S great seamen using all their wealth And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths, Unexpected Joys. OYS unexpected, and in desperate plight, Are still most sweet, and prove from whence they come : When earth's still moon-like confidence in joy Is at her full: True Joy descending far From past her sphere, and from the highest heaven' LL the flowers of the spring Meet to perfume our burying: These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time. Survey our progress from our birth; We are set, we grow, we turn to earth. Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites. Sweetest breath and clearest eye (Like perfumes) go out and die; And consequently this is done, As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind. not; Off with that bauble, throw it underfoot. [Katharine obeys. BIANCA. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? KATHARINA. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord? Blowers. PROSERPINA, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall That come before the swallow dares, and take The flower-de-luce being one! Oh, these I lack, -Come, take your flowers: Methinks I play as I have seen them do In Whitsun pastorals: sure, this robe of mine FLORIZEL. What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, And own no other function: each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, |