expressure

About , about !
Search Windsor Castle , elves , within and out .
Strew good luck , aufs , on every sacred room ,
That it may stand till the perpetual doom
In state as wholesome as in state ’tis fit ,
Worthy the owner , and the owner it .
The several chairs of order look you scour
With juice of balm and every precious flower .
Each fair installment , coat , and sev’ral crest
With loyal blazon evermore be blest !
And nightly , meadow fairies , look you sing ,
Like to the Garter’s compass , in a ring .
Th’ expressure that it bears , green let it be ,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
And Honi soit qui mal y pense write
In em’rald tufts , flowers purple , blue , and white ,
Like sapphire , pearl , and rich embroidery ,
Buckled below fair knighthood’s bending knee .
Fairies use flowers for their charactery .
Away , disperse ! But till ’tis one o’clock ,
Our dance of custom round about the oak
Of Herne the Hunter let us not forget .

Is that a wonder ?
The providence that’s in a watchful state
Knows almost every grain of Pluto’s gold ,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deep ,
Keeps place with thought and almost , like the gods ,
Do thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles .
There is a mystery — with whom relation
Durst never meddle — in the soul of state ,
Which hath an operation more divine
Than breath or pen can give expressure to .
All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours as yours , my lord ;
And better would it fit Achilles much
To throw down Hector than Polyxena .
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home
When Fame shall in our islands sound her trump ,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing
Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win ,
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him .
Farewell , my lord . I as your lover speak .
The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break .

I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love , wherein by the color of his beard , the shape of
his leg , the manner of his gait , the expressure of his
eye , forehead , and complexion , he shall find himself
most feelingly personated . I can write very like my
lady your niece ; on a forgotten matter , we can
hardly make distinction of our hands .