Come unto these yellow sands，

And then take hands：

Court'sied when you have， and kiss'd，

The wild waves whist

Foot it featly here and there；

And， sweet sprites， the burthen bear.

Hark， hark！

Bow， wow，

The watch-dogs bark：

Bow， wow.

Hark， hark！ I hear

The strain of strutting^{1 chanticleer}

Cry， Cock-a-diddle-dow！

from The Tempest

Tell me where is Fancy bred，

Or in the heart or in the head？

How begot^{2， how nourishd？}

Reply， reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes；

With gazing fed； and Fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell^3：

I'll begin it，Ding， dong， bell！

All. Ding， dong， bell！

from The Merchant of Venice

Where the bee sucks， there suck I：

In a cowslip's bell I lie；

There I couch when owls^{4 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^5.

from The Tempest