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.

Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.

Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the feared.

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Would the cook were o' my mind!

Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Your heart's desires be with you! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.