From “Third Part of Henry VI.,” Act II. Sc. 5.
  KING HENRY.—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:...

Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing,
As sweet unto a shepherd as a king,
        And sweeter too;
For kings have cares that wait upon a crown,
And cares can make the sweetest face to frown:
        Ah then, ah then,
If country loves such sweet...

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or craggy mountains yield.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose...