God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring... William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic - Seite 66 von William Shakespeare - 1852 Vollansicht -
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