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Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o' the
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
For 1 I have heard it said,
Say, there be;
marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend Nature,—change it rather : but The art itself is Nature. Per.
So it is. Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards. Per.
I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
» Diversity of color.
You are very
No more than, were I painted, I would wish
welcome. Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your
flock, And only live by gazing. Per.
Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.—Now, my
fairest friend, I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day; and
yours, That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing.- Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis’s 1 waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phæbus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
What? like a corse ?
you Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.1 Per.
O Doricles, Your praises are too large : but that your youth, And the true blood, which peeps fairly through it, Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd;
"Your manner in each act crowns the act.