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Página 43 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, • To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 113 - Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. * K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Página 44 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Página 64 - I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon.
Página 44 - O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...