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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