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...
The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to ... - Seite 28
von William Shakespeare - 1798