Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,
¶For euery man with his affectes is borne,
¶So to the Lawes at large I write my name,
¶And he that breakes them in the least degree,
¶Standes in attainder of eternall shame.
¶Suggestions are to other as to me:
¶But is there no quicke recreation graunted?
¶Ferd. I that there is, our Court you know is haunted
¶With a refined trauailer of Spaine,
175A man in all the worldes new fashion planted,
¶That hath a mint of phrases in his braine:
¶On who the musique of his owne vaine tongue
¶Doth rauish like inchannting harmonie:
¶A man of complements whom right and wrong
180Haue chose as vmpier of their mutenie.
¶This childe of Fancie that Armado hight,
¶In high borne wordes the worth of many a Knight:
¶From tawnie Spaine lost in the worldes debate.
185How you delight my Lords I know not I,
¶But I protest I loue to heare him lie,
¶A man of fier new wordes, Fashions owne knight.
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