I, that please some, try all; both joy and terror
4.1.21581Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
4.1.31582Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
4.1.41583To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
4.1.51584To me or my swift passage that I slide
4.1.61585O'er sixteen years and leave the growth untried
4.1.71586Of that wide gap, since it is in my power
4.1.81587To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
4.1.91588To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass
4.1.121591The times that brought them in. So shall I do
4.1.131592To th' freshest things now reigning and make stale
4.1.141593The glistering of this present, as my tale
4.1.151594Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
4.1.161595I turn my glass and give my scene such growing
4.1.171596As you had slept between: Leontes leaving
4.1.181597Th'effects of his fond jealousies, so grieving
4.1.221601I mentioned a son o'th'king's, which Florizel
4.1.231602I now name to you, and with speed so pace
4.1.251604Equal with wond'ring. What of her ensues
4.1.261605I list not prophesy, but let Time's news
4.1.271606Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter
4.1.281607And what to her adheres, which follows after,
4.1.301609If ever you have spent time worse, ere now.
4.1.311610If never, yet that Time himself doth say