The Passionate Shepherd to his Love The Ploughshare of Old England The Portals of the East divide. There was a Jovial Beggar There was never nothing more me pain'd. The Wheel of Life is turning quickly round This bleak and frosty Morning We dance on Hills above the Wind We Soldiers drink, we Soldiers sing What is it to us who guides the State? What Pleasure have great Princes? What poor Astronomers are they When Daisies pied, and Violets blue When Delia on the Plain appears William Shakspere、. 258 "The Hive" 64 "Myrtle and Vine" 295 |