Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Que. The Ploughman lost his sweat, and the greene Corne
Que. Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard:
Que. The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
Que. And Crowes are fatted vvith the murrion flocke,
Que. The
Que. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Que. The nine mens Morris is fild vp with mud,
Que. And the queint Mazes in the wanton greene,
Que. For lacke of tread are vndistinguishable.
Que. The humane mortals want their winter heere,
Que. No night is now with hymne or caroll blest;
Que. Therefore the Moone (the gouernesse of floods)
Que. Pale in her anger, washes all the aire;
Que. That Rheumaticke diseases doe abound.
Que. And through this distemperature, we see
Que. The seasons alter; hoared headed frosts
Que. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose,
Que. And on old Hyems chinne and Icie crowne,
Que. An odorous Chaplet of sweet Sommer buds
Que. Is as in mockry set. The Spring, the Sommer,