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William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир)


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When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, . . .
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate
For the rain, . . .

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, . . .
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, . . .

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, . . .
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain, . . .

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, . . .
But that's all one, our play is done.
And we'll strive to please you every day. 



William Shakespeare's other poems:
  1. Dirge
  2. How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
  3. The Passionate Pilgrim
  4. From Venus And Adonis
  5. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind


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