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    Three Songs by William Shakespeare


    Come unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:
    Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
    The wild waves whist--
    Foot it featly here and there;
    And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
    Hark, hark!
    Bow, wow,
    The watch-dogs bark:
    Bow, wow.
    Hark, hark! I hear
    The strain of strutting chanticleer
    Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!

    --from The Tempest




    Tell me where is Fancy bred,
    Or in the heart or in the head?
    How begot, how nourishèd?
    Reply, reply.
    It is engender'd in the eyes;
    With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
    In the cradle where it lies.
    Let us all ring Fancy's knell:
    I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell!
    All. Ding, dong, bell!

    --from The Merchant of Venice




    Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;
    There I couch when owls do cry.
    On the bat's back I do fly
    After summer merrily:
    Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
    اللھم صلی علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما صلیت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔
    اللھم بارک علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما بارکت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔

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