Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Though We Take From A Covetous Man All His Treasure, He Has Yet One Jewel Left; You Cannot Bereave Him Of His Covetousness.

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.