Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun,...
The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected - 第 291 頁
William Shakespeare 著 - 1773