LE SONNET CXVI ET me not to the marriage of true minds Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, SONG FROM "AS YOU LIKE IT” UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And pleased with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. SONG FROM "AS YOU LIKE IT" BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly; Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly! Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly; Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly! Wotton TO HIS MISTRESS, ELIZABETH, QUEEN OF BOHEMIA * You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, What are you when the moon shall rise? You curious chanters of the wood, By your weak accents, what's your praise You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, *Elizabeth of Bohemia was daughter of James I. |