Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bas. Or whether riding on the bals of mine
Bas. Seeme they in motion? Here are seuer'd lips
Bas. Parted with suger breath, so sweet a barre
Bas. Should sunder such sweet friends: here in her haires
Bas. The Painter plaies the Spider, and hath wouen
Bas. A golden mesh t'intrap the hearts of men
Bas. Faster then gnats in cobwebs: but her eies,
Bas. How could he see to doe them? hauing made one,
Bas. Me thinkes it should haue power to steale both his
Bas. And leaue it selfe vnfurnisht: Yet looke how farre
Bas. The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
Bas. In vnderprising it, so farre this shadow
Bas. Doth limpe behinde the substance. Here's the scroule,
Bas. The continent, and summarie of my fortune.
Bas. You that choose not by the view
Bas. Chance as faire, and choose as true:
Bas. Since this fortune fals to you,
Bas. Be content, and seeke no new.
Bas. If you be well pleasd with this,
Bas. And hold your fortune for your blisse,