And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 3, s. 1.

LOVE'S CONQUEST.

LET Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space;
Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life
Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair,

[Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind On pain of punishment, the world to weet, We stand up peerless. Stirr'd by Cleopatra.Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh :

There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 1.

LOVE'S ECSTACY.

How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair,
And shudd'ring fear and green-ey'd jealousy.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstacy,

In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;
I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit!

MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 3, s. 2.

LOVE'S ERRORS.

My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's now I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

And forth my mimick comes: When they him

spy,

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So at his sight, away his fellows fly:

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears,
thus strong,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things catch.

I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment (so it came to pass,)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A. 3, s. 2.

LOVE'S FANTASIES.

O BRAWLING love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!—

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?

ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 1, s. 1.

LOVE'S GRAVITATION.

DROMIO. I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.

ANTIPHOLUS. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage ?

DRO. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

ANT. What complexion is she of?

DRO. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.

COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 3, s. 2.

LOVE'S MEDIATORSHIP-ITS DANGERS AND ITS CONQUESTS. VIOLA. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours;

Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. OLIVIA. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,

Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me!

VIO. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts

On his behalf :

OLI. O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that, Than musick from the spheres.

VIO.

Dear lady,-
OLI. Give me leave, I beseech you: I did
send,

After the last enchantment you did here,
A. ring in chase of you; so did I abuse
Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: What might
you think?

Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts

Q

That tyrannous heart can think? To one of

your receiving

Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom,

Hides my poor

heart: So let me hear you speak.

VIO. I pity you.

OLI. That's a degree to love.

VIO. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies.

OLI. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again :

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
If one should be a prey, how much the better
To fall before the lion, than the wolf?

[Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man :

There lies your way, due west.

VIO. Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

OLI.

Stay:

I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Vio. That you do think, you are not what

you are.

OLI. If I think so, I think the same of you. VIO. Then think you right; I am not what I am.

OLI. I would, you were as I would have you be!

V10. Would it be better, madam, than I am?

I wish it might; for now I am your fool.

OLI. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!