121 What's the matter, That this distemper'd messenger of wet, 122 11-i. 3. If two gods should play some heavenly match, 123 O, how ripe in show 9-iii. 5. Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! 124 7-iii. 2. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: 125 Where is any author in the world, 8--iv. 3. Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? 8-iv. 3. 126 Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! For thou hast given me in this beauteous face, 22-i. 1. 127 O, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear? What rocky heart to water will not wear? Poems. There is something exquisitely beautiful in this representation of that suffusion of colours which glimmers around the sight when the eye-lashes are wet with tears. 128 When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew. What, still in tears? Evermore showering? In one little body Thy tempest-tossed body. 129 See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; 35-iii. 5. And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye 130 31-v. 5. Tears,—'tis the best brine a maiden can season her His eye being big with tears, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,* He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. 133 Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, 9-ii. 9. 8-v. 2. * So curious an observer of nature was our author, and so minutely had he traced the operation of the passions, that many passages of his works might furnish hints to painters. In the above passage, we have the outline of a beautiful picture. 134 Now and then an ample tear trill'd down Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Could so become it. 135 The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring, 136 My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. 137 34-iv. 3. 30-iii. 2. 15-i. 4. By noting of the lady, I have mark'd 138 6-iv. 1. There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seem'd, sorrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in 13-v. 2. tears. "A better day." This is adopted by the commentators, and is without sense. Like an April day, is suggested as the right reading, and proved to be so, by the next piece, 139 Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart; For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. 140 Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! 141 2-iii. 2. 16-ii. 2. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, And she again wants nothing, to name want, 142 The Roman dame, 16-ii. 2. Within whose face beauty and virtue strived : Pious. When beauty boasted blushes, in despite But beauty, in that white intituled, From Venus' doves doth challenge that fair field; Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their shield; 143 Time, whose million'd accidents Poems. Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things. 144 Poems. When I do count the clock that tells the time, 145 Dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, 146 Poems. 35-i. 4. The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is 31-iv. 2. |