Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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2885Tu-whit to-who.
¶A merrie note,
¶While greasie Ione doth keele the pot.
¶When all aloude the winde doth blow,
2890And Birdes sit brooding in the Snow,
¶And Marrians nose lookes red and raw:
¶Tu-whit to-who.
2895A merrie note,
¶While greasie Ione doth keele the pot.
¶The vvordes of Mercurie, are harsh after the
¶songes of Apollo.
¶
FINIS.
