CLXXX Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost,! The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim ; CLXXXI 'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear! CLXXXII 1075 1078 1081 1084 'And therefore would he put his bonnet on, 1087 1090 They both would strive who first should dry his tears. CLXXXIII 'To see his face the lion walk'd along 1093 Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him ; To recreate himself when he hath sung, The tiger would be tame and gently hear him; 1096 If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey CLXXXIV 'When he beheld his shadow in the brook, Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries; 1099 1102 CLXXXV 'But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar, If he did see his face, why then I know CLXXXVI 'Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain : CLXXXVII 'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess, CLXXXVIII 1105 1108 IIII 1114 1117 1120 She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; 1123 1126 She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes, CLXXXIX Two glasses, where herself herself beheld 1129 A thousand times, and now no more reflect; Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd, 1132 Wonder of time,' quoth she, this is my spite, CXC 'Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy : 1135 Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end; Ne'er settled equally, but high or low, That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe. 1138 CXCI 'It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud, Bud, and be blasted, in a breathing-while; The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd 1141 With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile : 1144 CXCII 'It shall be sparing and too full of riot, 1147 Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures; 1150 Make the young old, the old become a child. CXCIII 'It shall suspect where is no cause of fear; 1153 It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; It shall be merciful and too severe, And most deceiving when it seems most just; 1156 Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward, Put fear to valour, courage to the coward. CXCIV 'It shall be cause of war and dire events, 1159 1162 Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy, CXCV By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd 1165 1168 CXCVI She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell, 1171 And says, within her bosom it shall dwell, Since he himself is reft from her by death: She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears CXCVII 1174 'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy father's guise— 1177 Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire— For every little grief to wet his eyes: To grow unto himself was his desire, And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good CXCVIII 1180 'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; 1183 1186 CXCIX Thus weary of the world, away she hies, 1189 1192 Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen THE RAPE OF LUCRECE TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARLE OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD. THE loue I dedicate to your Lordship is without end: whereof this Pamphlet without beginning is but a superfluous Moity. The warrant I haue of your Honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutord Lines makes it assured of acceptance. What I haue done is yours, what I haue to doe is yours, being part in all I haue, devoted yours. Were my worth greater, my duety would shew greater, meane time, as it is, it is bound to your Lordship; To whom I wish long life still lengthned with all happinesse. Your Lordship's in all duety, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 43 |