Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Enter Celia with a writing.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Why should this Desert bee,
Cel. for it is vnpeopled? Noe:
Cel. Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree,
Cel. that shall ciuill sayings shoe.
Cel. Some, how briefe the Life of man
Cel. runs his erring pilgrimage,
Cel. That the stretching of a span,
Cel. buckles in his summe of age.
Cel. Some of violated vowes,
Cel. twixt the soules of friend, and friend:
Cel. But vpon the fairest bowes,
Cel. or at euerie sentence end;
Cel. Will I Rosalinda write,
Cel. teaching all that reade, to know
Cel. The quintessence of euerie sprite,
Cel. heauen would in little show.