Are content with acorn husks; Here, where Nature makes thy bed, Fit for thee and better than In thy fat-jowled deviltry Friar Tuck shall live in thee; Thou mayst levy tithe and dole; Thou shalt spread the woodland cheer, Match thy cunning with his fear; Yet remain an outlaw still! EVENING IN PARADISE. JOHN MILTON. Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird — They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. MUSIC BY MOONLIGHT. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. EXTRACT. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Sit, Jessica Look how the floor of heaven There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, |