From ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!2 In thy vats our cares be drowned, With thy grapes our hairs be crowned! Cup us, till the world go round, Cup us, till the world go round! From CYMBELINE Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, His steeds at water at those springs Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;" Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: Nor no witchcraft charm thee! 5 5 5 10 15 20 For while thou view'st me with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I still onward haste to my last night. Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly: 5 So every day we live a day we die. But Oye nights, ordained for barren rest, How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest, By feigned death life sweetly to renew! Part of my life in that, you life deny: ΙΟ Which didst the signal aim Stuck the French horses, With Spanish yew so strong, When down their bows they threw, Not one was tardy: Arms were from shoulders sent, This while our noble King, As to o'erwhelm it; And many a deep wound lent, Bruised his helmet. Gloucester, that duke so good, With his brave brother, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon Saint Crispin's day 1 strike. 70 75 80 85 Earth, let not thy envious shade 90 95 100 Space to breathe, how short soever: SONG TO CELIA Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, 15 ? besprinkled. I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; ΤΟ 14 Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, |