BIRD-KEEPING. 



" Under the greenwood tree, 

 Who loves to lie with me, 

 And tune his merry note 

 Unto the sweet bird's throat, 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither ! 

 Here shall he see 

 No enemy 

 But winter and rough weather. 



" Who doth ambition shun, 

 And loves to lie i' the sun, 

 Seeking the food he eats, 

 And pleased with what he gets, 

 Come hither, come hither, come hither ! 

 Here shall he see 

 No enemy 

 But winter and rough weather." 



|O writes Shakespeare: yet to the " sweet bird" 

 who tunes his "merry note," "winter and 

 rough weather " are direful enemies ; and 

 "under the greenwood tree" lurk many murdercus 



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