Love's Labour's Lost
ROSALINE: My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
KING: Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do.
Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne. (5.2.81-82)
UNNAMED. When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo, cuckoo'- O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear! (5.2.399)
UNNAMED: When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
Tu-whit, Tu-who'- A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.