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Reading edition
Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch, when owls do cry: On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough! Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss’d The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow! W. Shakespeare.