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Now, until the break of day,
Make no stay ;
FROM MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
FIE on sinful fantasy !
Pinch him for his villany;
FROM TWELFTH NIGHT.
COME away, come away, death,
Fly away, fly away, breath ;
O prepare it ;
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my
black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown;
Lay me, 0, where
To weep there.
FROM MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever :
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
Then sigh not so, &c.
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Midnight, assist our moan;
FROM LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST,
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,–0 word of fear,
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl,
FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.
TELL me, where is fancy bred,