Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
Each one, tripping on his toe,
be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? no?
Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
Well, I conceive.
Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the
blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night your vow!
I warrant you sir;
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
No tongue! all
eyes! be silent.
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
Thy turfy mountains,
where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-
marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air;the queen o' the sky,
Whose watery arch and
messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who with thy saffron wings
upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
hither, to this short-grass'd green?
A contract of true love to celebrate;
And some donation freely to estate
On the blest lovers.
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