Eh, esmu noilgojies pēc sievietes, ka man sacītu: "Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. 1585 So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!" |