Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the springโ
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers