A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad, tires in a mile-a.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Songs," London: 1901

Sigh no more, ladies.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Songs," London: 1901

All our love is lost, for Love is dead.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Songs," London: 1901

Act V. Scene I.
Clown (sings). For the rain it raineth every day.
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of Twelfth Night; or, What You Will" by William Shakespeare, New York: [1908?]

Act III. Scene I.
Clown. No, sir, I live by the church.
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of Twelfth Night; or, What You Will" by William Shakespeare, New York: [1908?]

Act I. Scene IV.
Viola. Yet, a barful strife!
Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of Twelfth Night; or, What You Will" by William Shakespeare, New York: [1908?]

Lysander. ... and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of A Midsummer-Night's Dream," New York: 1914

Egeus. This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child.
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of A Midsummer-Night's Dream," New York: 1914

Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
William Heath Robinson, from "Shakespeare's Comedy of A Midsummer-Night's Dream," New York: 1914

All these I better in one general best.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Sonnets," London, New York: 1899

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Sonnets," London, New York: 1899

Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey.
Henry Ospovat, from "Shakespeare's Sonnets," London, New York: 1899