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75 I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab; And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. The wisest aunt,f telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her seat, down topples she, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear, A merrier hour was never wasted there. 7-ii. 1.
† An innocent old woman.
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw ;
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
In those freckles live their savours :
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
Bow themselves, when he did sing :
To his music, plants, and flowers,
There had been a lasting spring.
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
81 The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait. 6-iii. 1.
The Pontic sea, Whose icy current, and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic, and the Hellespont. 37-iii. 3.
83 Time's ruin, beauty's wreck, and grim care's reign; Her cheeks with chaps and wrinkles were disguised ; Of what she was, no semblance did remain : Her blue blood changed to black in every vein,
* Compost, manure.
Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed, Show'd life imprison'd in a body dead.
84 These gray locks, the pursuivants of death, Nestor-like åged, in an age of care; These eyes, like lamps, whose wasting oil is spent, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: Weak shoulders overborne with burd’ning grief; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground :Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb, Unable to support this lump of clay,Swift-winged with desire to get a grave.
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With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock* would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument !) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-groundt thy corse.
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages :
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
* The red-breast. † Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy corse.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
87 I will rob Tellust of her weeds, To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last.
88 How use doth breed a habit in a man!
a This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns ; Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was ! 2-v. 4.
How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down, Hangs one that gathers samphire :|| dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice : and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock ; T her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
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