Emotions and Feelings

I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is, to keep that hid.

Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil’s foot. Teach me to hear mermaids singing.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that lov’d him not; But, to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

Had I but serv’d my God with half the zeal 62 I serv’d my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.

A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.

Press not a falling man too far. 61

’Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk’d up in a glist’ring grief And wear a golden sorrow.

’Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk’d up in a glist’ring grief And wear a golden sorrow.

The force of his own merit makes his way.

And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev’d by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls 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 bough.

O brave new world, That has such people in’t!

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep, Will make me sleep again.

For several virtues Have I lik’d several women.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d— The wild waves whist,— Foot it featly here and there.

I [Ariel] will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

You taught me language; and my profit on ’t Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me, From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

My library Was dukedom large enough.