Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

NDER the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat

Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats

And pleased with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither!

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

-William Shakespeare.

[graphic][ocr errors]
[graphic]

H

ARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate

sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking May-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise;

Arise, arise.

-William Shakespeare.

Fidele

EAR no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.

« AnteriorContinuar »