This version of the Folger Digital Texts uses TEI Simple to encode the Shakespeare texts edited by Barbara Mowat and Paul Werstine. The major goal of recasting the texts in this manner is to make them interoperable with a large corpus of early modern texts derived from the EEBO-TCP transcriptions and encoded in TEI Simple with linguistic annotation.
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From the east to western Ind No jewel is like Rosalind . Her worth being mounted on the wind , Through all the world bears Rosalind . All the pictures fairest lined Are but black to Rosalind . Let no face be kept in mind But the fair of Rosalind .
Why should this a desert be ? For it is unpeopled ? No . Tongues I’ll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show . Some how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage , That the stretching of a span Buckles in his sum of age ; Some of violated vows ’Twixt the souls of friend and friend . But upon the fairest boughs , Or at every sentence’ end , Will I “ Rosalinda ” write , Teaching all that read to know The quintessence of every sprite Heaven would in little show . Therefore heaven nature charged That one body should be filled With all graces wide-enlarged . Nature presently distilled Helen’s cheek , but not her heart , Cleopatra’s majesty , Atalanta’s better part , Sad Lucretia’s modesty . Thus Rosalind of many parts By heavenly synod was devised Of many faces , eyes , and hearts To have the touches dearest prized . Heaven would that she these gifts should have And I to live and die her slave .
Art thou god to shepherd turned , That a maiden’s heart hath burned ?
Why , thy godhead laid apart , Warr’st thou with a woman’s heart ?
Whiles the eye of man did woo me , That could do no vengeance to me .
If the scorn of your bright eyne Have power to raise such love in mine , Alack , in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect ? Whiles you chid me , I did love . How then might your prayers move ? He that brings this love to thee Little knows this love in me , And by him seal up thy mind Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me , and all that I can make , Or else by him my love deny , And then I’ll study how to die .