Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Her.
Her. Belike for want of raine, which I could well
Her. Beteeme them, from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. For ought that euer I could reade,
Lys. Could euer heare by tale or historie,
Lys. The course of true loue neuer did run smooth,
Lys. But either it was different in blood.
Her. O crosse! too high to be enthral'd to loue.
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of yeares.
Her. O spight! too old to be ingag'd to yong.
Lys. Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit.
Her. O hell! to choose loue by anothers eie.