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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
How heavy do I journey on the way
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
The quality of mercy is not strained (Portia - The Merchant of Venice)
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
SInce I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
The Willow Song (Desdemona - Othello)
When my love swears that she is made of truth
When I do count the clock that tells the time
What potions have I drunk of siren tears
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Music to hear, why hears't thou music sadly
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
My love is as a fever, longing still
The little Love-God lying once asleep
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Our revels now are ended (The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I)
℗ This compilation 2002 by EMI Records Ltd. © 2002 EMI Records Ltd
