William Shakespeare

I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.

I will be gone,
That pitiful rumor may report my flight
To consolate thine ear.

Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling.

Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with
tickling.

For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day read more

For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day is long.

These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am read more

These signs have marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.