HE can spin, Then may I set the world on wheels Two Gentlemen of Verona. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Their thread with bones Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, When daffodils begin to peer Twelfth Night.. With heigh! the doxy over the dale, For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. Winter's Tale. The Merry Wives of Windsor. I would I were a weaver, Henry IV. Shakespeare. Set Painful thumb. you to your wheele, and wax Rich by ductile wool and flax ; Yarne is an income, and the huswives thread The larder fils with meat, and bin with bread. Hesperides. Herrick. H! turn thine eyes Where the poor homeless shivering female lies. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Pinched with the cold, and shrinking from the shower, When idly first ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. The Deserted Village. Goldsmith. 22 22 |