WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Beetles black, approach not near ; Worm nor snail, do no offence.

Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!

Never harm.

Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.

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COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands : Court' sied when you have, and kiss'd,

The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there ; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark!

Bow, wow, The watch-dogs bark ;

Bow, wow. Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow !

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WfHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:

• • In a cowslip's bell I lie ;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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