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Title: Songs from the Plays of Shakespeare.
Author: William Shakespeare, Ernest Rhys (editor).
Illustrator: Paul Woodroffe.
Publisher: The Guild of Women-Binders.
Date Published: 1901.


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You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy Queen!

Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.

Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm
Nor spell nor charm
Come our lovely lady nigh:
So, Good Night, with lullaby.


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It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
These pretty country folks would lie.

This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.


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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, -
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
- Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
- Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey, nonny, nonny.


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Come unto these yellow sands...


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Lawn as white as driven snow...


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When shepherds pipe on oaten straws...


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Blow, blow, thou winter wind...


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When icicles hand by the wall...


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Full fathom five thy father lies...


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Take, O, take those lips away...


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How should I your true love know...


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Orpheus with his lute made trees.



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