Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | Merchant of Venice, v. 1 |
William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
| | | HOW 1 sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! | |
| Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music | |
| Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night | |
| Become the touches of sweet harmony. | |
| Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven | 5 |
| Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: | |
| There ’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st | |
| But in his motion like an angel sings, | |
| Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: | |
| Such harmony is in immortal souls; | 10 |
| But whilst this muddy vesture of decay | |
| Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it … | |
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