It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Love's Labour's Lost. det ir Sc. 3. As sweet and musical 1 As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; Ibid. Ibid. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity firer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. 1. Priscian a little scratched, 't will serve. Ibid. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Ibid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. Ibid. Sc. 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower. Ibid I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. Ibid. Of him that makes it. When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, 2 Musical as is Apollo's lute. -MILTON: Comus, line 78. Ibid. Ibid. And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Ibid.4 Ibid Act in. Sc. 1. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. Lord, what fools these mortals be! So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Art ir. Sc. 1. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. 5 Ibid. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. |