Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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2850ende of our shew.
¶Brag. Holla. Approch.
¶
Enter all.
¶This Ver, the Spring: The one maynteined by the Owle,
¶th'other by the Cuckow.
¶B. Ver begin.
¶
The Song.
2860When Dasies pied, and Violets blew,
¶And Cuckow-budds of yellow hew:
¶Do paint the Meadowes with delight:
¶The Cuckow then on euerie tree,
2865Mocks married men; for thus singes hee,
¶Cuckow.
¶Cuckow, Cuckow: O word of feare,
¶Vnpleasing to a married eare.
¶When Shepheards pipe on Oten Strawes,
2870And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens Clocks:
¶When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes,
¶The Cuckow then on euerie tree,
¶Mockes married men, for thus singes he,
2875Cuckow.
¶Cuckow, cuckow: O word of feare,
¶Vnpleasing to a married eare.
¶
Winter.
¶When Isacles hang by the wall,
2880And Dicke the Sheepheard blowes his naile:
¶And Thom beares Logges into the hall,
¶And Milke coms frozen home in paile:
¶When Blood is nipt, and wayes be full,
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Then
A pleasant conceited Comedie:
