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From 'CYMBELINE'

ARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking mary-buds begin

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ope their golden eyes :

With every thing that pretty is.

My Lady sweet, arise:

Arise, arise!

ACT II., SCENE III.

From 'THE MERCHANT OF VENICE'

ELL me where is Fancy bred,

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d?

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?
-Reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell :
I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell:—
Ding, dong, bell.

ACT III., SCENE II.

From THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA'

HO is Silvia? what is She

WHO

That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair

To help him of his blindness, And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing

That Silvia is excelling;

She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling:

To her let us garlands bring.

ACT IV., SCENE II.

From TWELFTH-NIGHT'

MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear; your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low :

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;
Present mirth hath present laughter ;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty:-
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

ACT II., SCENE III.

From AS YOU LIKE IT'

T was a Lover and his Lass,

It a a

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,, These pretty country folks would lie,

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.