@3Ida@1 ... I heard a shepherd sing, That like a bee, Love hath a little sting: He lurks in flowers, he percheth on the trees; He on king's pillows bends his pretty knees: The boy is blind, but when he will not spy He hath a leaded foot, and wings to fly: Beshrew me yet, for all these strange effects If I would like the lad that so infects. |