See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

My soul is in the sky.

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

Hang him, swaggering rascal!