A Midsummer Night's Dream - Results found: 36
O
r life is momentary as a sound, swift as a shoddow, short as any
dreame, Breife as y
e lightning in y
e collied night, That (in a
spleene ) unfolds both heaven & earth, And ere a man hath power
to say behold, The iawes of darknes doe devoure it up, so qck
bright things come to confusion
By Lysander,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN153-159),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
My hounds are bred out of y
e Spartan kind, So flew’d so
sanded, & y
r heads are hung, w
th eares y
t sweep away y
e mor
ning dew, Crookt kneed, & dewlapt like Thessalian Bulls
Slow in pursuit, but matcht in mouth like bells, Each und each
A cry more tuneable Was nev hollowd to, nor cheerd w
th horne
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1640-1646),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 79
] I nev may beleeve These antick fables, & these fairy toies
Lovs and madm. have such seething braines, such shaping fan
cies, y
t app
rhend more, y
t coole reason ev comprehends.—
The lunatick, y
e lov, & y
e poët, Are of imaginiön all compact.
One sees more devills y
n vast hell can hold y
e lov sees He
lens beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poëts eye in a fine
frenzy rolling Doth glance frō heaven to Earth frō earth to
heaven, & as imaginiön bodies forth y
e formes of things
unkowne, y
e poëts pen turns y
m to shapes, & gives to
airy noth. a locall habitation, & a name.
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1794-1809),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80
--Where I have come great Clerks have purposed to greet
me w
th p
rmediated welcomes. Where I have seene them
shiv, & looke pale, Make periods in y
e midst of sentences,
Throttle y
r practizd accents in y
r feares, And in conclusion, dumbly
have broke of, not paying me a welcome. Trust
me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pickt a welcome, &
in y
e modesty of fearfull duty I read as much, as from the
rattling
tongue of saucy & audacious eloquence. Love g
o & tonguetide sim:
plicity In least speake most to my capacity
By Theseus,
in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN1890-1903),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97, p. 80