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King Henry. D OW many thousand of my poorest subjects 11 Are at this hour asleep! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch A watch-case, or a common 'larum-bell? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
2 Henry IV, Act iii. Sc. I.
FLOWERS. I WOULD I had some flowers o' the spring, that might I Become your time of day; and yours, and yours; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing :-0, Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou lett'st fail
A IVinter's Tale, Act iv. Sc. 3.
1 Burnt on the water : the poop was beaten gold ;
The water, which they beat, to follow faster,
O, rare for Antony !
And made their bends adornings : at the helm .
Antony and Cleopatra, Act ii. Sc. 2.
1 Since once I sat upon a promontory,
Oberon. That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. I.
W HEN, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
V I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,--and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
W HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
VV I summon up remembrance of things past,
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
FULL many a glorious morning have I seen
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ;
LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
L So do our minutes hasten to their end;
And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand,