I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
Mine ear is much enamored of thy note.
So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape.
And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in it.