CXLVI SONGS FROM PLAYS Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, ΙΟ So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. SONGS FROM THE PLAYS FROM LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, 143 5 ΤΟ Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who! a merry note, FROM AS YOU LIKE IT 15 While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, FROM A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, |