...the sounds of musick Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, .Still quiring to the young-ey'd...

...your musick forth into the air. — [Exit Servant. How sweet the moon • light sleeps upoa this bank! Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou lnBut in his motion like an angel sings, - ' , Still quiring to the young • eyM cherubim!...

...the sounds of musick Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven...patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims:...

...especially on the serious and affecting subject of our highest interests." Look how the floor of heaven Too thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's...young-eyed cherubims : Such harmony is in immortal souls. The introductory chapter contains an ingenious and eloquent, but rather too elaborate History of Man....

...let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven...with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins:...

...pattens of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold.st, But in Цз motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Лм V. Scene I. Dr....

...to the music of the spheres, and thence still higher to the angelic harmony of heaven : — " See, Jessica ! look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid...patines of bright gold ! There's not the smallest orb that thou beholdest But in its station like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins."...

...gold ; There 's not the smallest orb which thou beBut in his motion like an angel sings, [hold'st, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims : Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. — Come, bo, and wake...

...the sounds of musick Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, ' Become the touches of sweet harmony. , Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven...patines of bright gold ; . 'There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins...

...the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness and the night, Becomes the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : look how the floor of heaven...patines* of bright gold'; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st. But in his motion like an angel sings, ; Still quiring to the young eyed...