Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep$$$ we dream
Here come the lovers$$$ full of joy and mirth.— Joy$$$ gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord$$$ what fools these mortals be!
Lord$$$ what fools these mortals be!
... and yet$$$ to say the truth$$$ reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...
Be as thou wast wont to be.See as thou wast wont to see.
Be as thou wast wont to be.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies$$$ that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.
If there were a sympathy in choice$$$<br/>
War$$$ death$$$ or sickness did lay siege to it$$$<br/>
Making it momentany as a sound$$$<br/>
Swift as a shadow$$$ short as any dream$$$<br/>
Brief as the lightning in the collied night$$$<br/>
That$$$ in a spleen$$$ unfolds both heaven and earth;<br/>
And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!"<br/>
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:<br/>
So quick bright things come to confusion.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows$$$Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows$$$Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine$$$With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.