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Cannot be heard so high: I'll look no more;
The dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetlest o'er his base into the sea, The very place puts toyst of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain, That looks so many fathoms to the sea, And hears it roar beneath.
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn :
92 These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. 7-iv. 1.
93 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
10_ii. 1. 94
Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel ! he threw his eye aside,
And, mark, what object did present itself!
95 Natural graces, that extinguish art. 21-v. 3.
96 0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s* ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
97 Her stature, as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced: her eyes as jewel-like, And cased as richly: in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
hungry, The more she gives them speech.
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
* An Ethiopian, a black.
Without the bed her other fair hand was,
99 Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. 8-v. 2.
Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. 9—i. 1.
101 That whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. 37-. 2.
You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
She looks as clear
broken, dead within an hour.
The fringed curtains of thine eye.
I saw sweet beauty in her face,
I saw her coral lips to move,
I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. 9_ii. 9.
Her faults will ne'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown:
By this you shall not know,
Which native she doth owe.
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat (like Patience on a monument) Smiling at grief.
Thine eye would emulate the diamond.
+ Of which she is naturally possessed.
112 Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eye: "Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes,—that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers !
10—iii. 5. 113
Move these eyes ? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes,How could he see to do them ? having made one, Methinks it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnish’d.
9-iii. 2. 114
Fairest ladyWhat! are men mad ? hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stonest Upon the number'd beach ? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious Twixt fair and foul ?
31-i. 7. 115
He hath achieved a maid, That paragons description, and wild fame;
* Chapman, is market.man.
† The pebbles on the sea shore are so much of the same size and shape, that twinn'd may mean as like as twins.