What art thou?

What Design hast thou in hand?

Hast thou no fear of a degraded name, No fear of lasting obloquy and shame?

[This universally known poem is also to be found in Wilhelm Meister.] Know'st thou the land where the fair citron blows, Where the bright orange midst the foliage glows, Where soft winds greet us from the azure skies, Where silent myrtles, stately laurels rise, Know'st thou it well? 'Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, beloved one, would repair.

art thou a thing That gold may buy?

I want not to clear up my reputation with these gentlewomen:that is already lost with every one I had most reason to value: but let me have this new specimen of what you are capable ofsay, wretch, (say, Lovelace, if thou hadst rather,) art thou really and truly my wedded husband?Say; answer without hesitation.

What wouldst thou here?

tis not time to weep; Torment not thou thyself before thy time; The hour will come when thou wilt need thy tears To cool the burning of thy desert brain.

"Hast thou the means of concealing us, kind girl," interrupted Donna Florinda, "and canst thou, when this tumult shall be quieted, in any manner help us to further secresy or flight?" "Lady, I have none.

"Under His wings shall thou trust.

Hast thou no pity?

'Lord I believe: help thou my unbelief!'

Hast thou a mind to earn sixpence this bright morn?" "Ay, marry," quoth Little John, "for money is not so plenty with me that I should cast sixpence away an I could earn it by an honest turn.

Darken not thou the light of one who springeth from the same stock of Kallianax.

And if the love of a grateful heart As a rich reward be given, Lift thou the love of a grateful heart To the God of Love in Heaven.

Why, where the devil hadst thou that word? COOMES.

No tears for thee, no tears, or sighs, Or breaking heart But smiles, that thou so well that bitter hour Didst play thy part! VIRNA SHEARD. CONTENTS THE MIRACLE THE CROW WHEN APRIL COMES KISMET A SONG OF SUMMER DAYS

Knowest thou not that King Charles doth purpose thy death by cause of all the Christian blood that thou didst aforetime unjustly shed?

I a child, and thou a lamb, We are callèd by His name.

Hast thou no regard for such holy men as we are?" "Not a whit," quoth merry Robin Hood, for the fellow was he, "for in sooth all the holiness belonging to rich friars, such as ye are, one could drop into a thimble and the goodwife would never feel it with the tip of her finger.

To thy renown and never-dying fame; And that thy courage may be better known, Bear thou the head of this most monstrous beast In open sight to every courtier's view.

Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o'er?

Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?

But who shall tell me of thee, and how thyself shouldst be treated, Thou the only son of the house, and henceforth my master?"

Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me?