Amiens:
    Under the greene wood tree,
       who loves to lye with mee,
       And turne his merrie Note,
       unto the sweet Birds throte:
    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
       Heere shall he see no enemie,
    But Winter and rough Weather.

    Who doth ambition shunne,
       and loves to live i' th Sunne:
       Seeking the food he eates,
       and pleas'd with what he gets:
    Come hither, come hither, come hither,
       Heere shall he see no enemie,
    But Winter and rough Weather.

- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene V.
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