When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While... The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First ... - Page 459 by William Shakespeare - 1883 Full view -
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