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nymph (n.)

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York,

And all the clouds that loured upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,

And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee

Jest and youthful Jollity,

Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,

Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.

John Milton (1608-1674): L'Allegro. Line 25.

Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

John Milton (1608-1674): L'Allegro. Line 36.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace

Of finer form or lovelier face.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18.