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:...
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Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing, |
Come live with me and be my love, And we will sit upon the rocks, |