From the east to western Ind, No jewel is like Rosalind. Her worth, being mounted on the wind, Through all the world bears Rosalind. All the pictures fairest lined Are but black to Rosalind. Let no fair be kept in mind But the fair of Rosalind. [...] Thus Rosalind of many parts By heavenly synod was devised, Of many faces, eyes and hearts, To have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, And I to live and die her slave.
Note: This is a combination of two different speeches from this play.
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), appears in As You Like It [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Arthur Sullivan, Sir (1842 - 1900), "Rosalind", published 1866 [voice and piano], from 5 Shakespeare Songs, Metzler & Co. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2017-12-27
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