I Hold The World But As The

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.