With any West, these radiant eyes, with any North, this heart.
VIII.
Feasts and Revells.
But you are over-blest. Plenty this day
Injures; it causeth time to stay;
The tables groane, as though this feast
185Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast.
And were the doctrine new
That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true;
For every part to dance and revell goes.