Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Du.
Du. I, much is the force of heauen‑bred Poesie.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Say that vpon the altar of her beauty
Pro. You sacrifice your teares, your sighes, your heart:
Pro. Write till your inke be dry; and with your teares
Pro. Moist it againe, and frame some feeling line,
Pro. That may discouer such integrity:
Pro. For Orpheus Lute, was strung with Poets sinewes,
Pro. Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones,
Pro. Make Tygers tame, and huge Leuiathans
Pro. Forsake vnsounded deepes, to dance on Sands.
Pro. After your dire‑lamenting Elegies,
Pro. Visit by night your Ladies chamber‑window
Pro. With some sweet Consort; To their Instruments
Pro. Tune a deploring dumpe: the nights dead silence
Pro. Will well become such sweet complaining grieuance:
Pro. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
Du. This discipline, showes thou hast bin in loue.