by William Shakespeare

    Come unto these yellow sands，

    And then take hands：

    Court'sied when you have， and kiss'd，

    The wild waves whist

    Foot it featly here and there；

    And， sweet sprites， the burthen bear.

    Hark， hark！

    Bow， wow，

    The watch-dogs bark：

    Bow， wow.

    Hark， hark！ I hear

    The strain of strutting¹ chanticleer

    Cry， Cock-a-diddle-dow！

    ——from The Tempest

    Tell me where is Fancy bred，

    Or in the heart or in the head？

    How begot²， how nourishèd？

    Reply， reply.

    It is engender'd in the eyes；

    With gazing fed； and Fancy dies

    In the cradle where it lies.

    Let us all ring Fancy's knell³：

    I'll begin it，——Ding， dong， bell！

    All. Ding， dong， bell！

    ——from The Merchant of Venice

    Where the bee sucks， there suck I：

    In a cowslip's bell I lie；

    There I couch when owls⁴ do cry.

    On the bat's back I do fly

    After summer merrily：

    Merrily， merrily， shall I live now，

    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough⁵.

    ——from The Tempest

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