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1361 Sonnets 100.3 Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless ^song^ Spendst thou thy furie on some worthlesse songe, 100.3 100.3 100.3
1362 Sonnets 100.7 ^Sing to the ear^ that doth thy ^lays^ esteem | And gives thy pen both skill and argument. Sing to the eare that doth thy laies esteeme, | And giues thy pen both skill and argument. 100.7 100.7 100.7
1363 Sonnets 102.5 Our love was new and then but in the spring | When I was wont to greet it with my ^lays^, | As Philomel in summer’s front doth ^sing^, | And ^stops her pipe^ in growth of riper days-- | Not that the summer is less pleasant now | Than when her ^mournful hymns^ did hush the night, | But that ^wild music burdens^ every bough, | And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. | Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, | Because I would not dull you with my ^song^. Our loue was new, and then but in the spring, | When I was wont to greet it with my laies, | As Philomell in summers front doth singe, | And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies: | Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now | Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night, | But that wild musick burthens euery bow, | And sweets growne common loose their deare delight. | Therefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue: | Because I would not dull you with my songe. 102.5 102.5 …stops his pipe… 102.5 …stops his pipe… …wild music burthens…
1364 Sonnets 105.3 Since all alike my ^songs and praises^ be | To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Since all alike my songs and praises be | To one, of one, still sitch, and euer so. 105.3 105.3 105.3
1365 Sonnets 106.11 And for they looked but with divining eyes | They had not skill enough your worth to ^sing^ And for they look'd but with deuining eyes, | They had not still enough your worth to sing: 106.11 106.11 106.11
1366 Sonnets 128.1 How oft, when thou, my ^music, music play’st^ | Upon that blessed ^wood^ whose ^motion sounds^ | With sweet fingers front doth singe, | And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies: | Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now | Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night, | But that wild musick burthens euery bow, | And sweets growne common loose their deare delight. | Therefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue: | Because I would not dull you with my songe. How oft when thou my musike musike playst, | Vpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds | With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst, | The wiry concord that mine eare confounds, | Do I enuie those Iackes that nimble leape, | To kisse the tender inward of thy hand, | Whilst my poore lips which should that haruest reape, | At the woods bouldnes by thee blushing stand. | To be so tikled they would change their state, | And situation with those dancing chips, | Ore whome their fingers walke with gentle gate, | Making dead wood more blest then liuing lips, | Since sausie Iackes so happy are in this, | Giue them their fingers, me thy lips to kisse. 128.1 …with thy sweet fingers…blushing stand?... 128.1 …with thy sweet fingers… 128.1 …with thy sweet fingers…
1367 Sonnets 130.9 I love to hear her speak, yet well I know | That ^music hath a far more pleasing sound^. I loue to heare her speake, yet well I know, | That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound: 130.9 130.9 130.9
1368 Sonnets 141.5 Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s ^tune^ delighted Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted, 141.5 141.5 141.5
1369 Taming of the Shrew SD Ind. 1.10 ^Wind horns^. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train SD Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine. 18 Ind.1.13 Ind.1.12 He falls asleep. There is a winding of horns. Enter a Lord ... Ind.1.11
1370 Taming of the Shrew Lord Ind.1.46 Procure me ^music^ ready when he wakes | To ^make a dulcet and a heavenly sound^ Lord. Procure me Musicke readie when he vvakes, | To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound: 54 Ind.1.48 Ind.1.47 Ind. 1 46