William Shakespeare

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will read more

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
(Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to read more

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault
seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.

Talkers are no good doers.

Talkers are no good doers.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.