...plaies if so I sing, He lends me every living thing Yet cruell he my heart doth sting. Whist wanton will ye ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence,...bind you when you long to play, For your offence. He shut my eyes to keepe you in, He make yeu fast it for your sinne, He court your power not worth...

...if so I sing, He lends me every living thing, Yet cruell be my heart doth sting. Whist wantoa will ye ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence. And bind you when you long to play, For your ipffence, lie shut my eyes to keepe you in, lie make you fast it for your sinne, lie court your power...

...Ah, wanton, will ye 1 And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight ; And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He music plays if I but sing ; He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting ; Ah, wanton, will ye...

...lute, he tunes the string, He musicke playes if so I sing, He lends me enery louely thing: Yet cruell he my heart doth sting: Whist wanton still ye ? Else I with roses euery day Will whip you hence: And binde you when you long to play, For your offence. lie shut mine...

...nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I so sing : He lends me every thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting. What if I beat the wanton...

...nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. " Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. " What, if I beat the...

...nest, His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast. And yet he robs me of my rest. Strike I my lute — he tunes the string, He music plays, if I do sing ; He lends me every living thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. What, if I beat the wanton...

...and good in every thing. And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight ; And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes...he my heart doth sting: "Whist, wanton, still ye? * Scblegel. How exquisitely is the character of Rosalind conceived, what liveliness and sportive gaiety,...

...and good in every thing. And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight; And makes a' pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes...every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting: How exquisitely is the character of Rosalind conceived, what liveliness and sportive gaiety, combined...

...every thing. And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight ; And makes a pillow of my knee Tbe livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string,...every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting: How exquisitely is the character of Rosalind conceived, what liveliness and sportive gaiety, combined...