by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Language: English 
Give me some music. Now good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
Me thought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-pacèd times.
Come, but one verse.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-11-09
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