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Three Songs

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d,
The wild waves whist
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!

from The Tempest

Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourish├Ęd?
Reply, reply.
It is engender’d in the eyes;
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:
I’ll begin it, Ding, dong, bell!
All. Ding, dong, bell!

from The Merchant of Venice

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

-from The Tempest


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Poem Three Songs - William Shakespeare