Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.