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And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
And coughing drowns the Parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
6 Wild apples.
Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this
[Exeunt. In this play, which all the editors have concurred to censure, and some have rejected as unworthy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are many passages mean, childish, and vulgar; and some which ought not to have been exhibited, as we are told they were, to a
But there are scattered through the whole many sparks of genius; nor is there any play that has more evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare.
END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.