...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowu'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time,...should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night 1 • Do «•*<!/ you Kill,— ] So Malone, and we think correctly, thongn Mr. Dyce read» with the...

...Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves tho parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on tho on lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she 's LXl. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night Í • Do Khal you...

...their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...stand Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand. W. Shakespeare Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:...

...the same. O ! sure I avn the wits of former days To subjects worse have given admiring praise. LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. * /. e. let me read a description of you in the earliest manuscript after the first use of letters....

...which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, 2 Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked...should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? . Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight \...

...That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. 53 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore. LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun. FEAR no more the heat o' th' sun, Nor the furious winter's rages...

...are restored, and sorrows end. REVOLUTIONS T IKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore J — j So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing...stand Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand. W. Shakespeare XXXI FAREWELL ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy...

...And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Shakspeare prefers the scythe : Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. The stealthiness of his flight is also told by Shakspeare : Let's take the instant by the forward top...

...changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toU all forwards do contend. Nativity, once iu t and tnrmpfte 31? heavy eyelids to the weary night ? • De w*e/ you trill,— } So Malone, and we think correctly,...

...revolution be the same. O ! sure I am, the wits of former days To subjects worse have given admiring praise. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,...should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight ? Is...