'Why l, in this weak piping time of peace 'have no delight to pass the time, 'unless to spy my shadow in the sun 'and descant on mine own deformity. | |
..Why, l, in this weak piping time of peace,... ..Have no delight to pass away the time,... ..Unless to spy my shadow in the sun... ..And descant on mine own deformity. | |
How about, "The hills are vital intoning the descant"? | |
I may even sing the descant if the mood takes me. | |
I, in this weak piping time of peace... have no delight to pass away the time... unless to spy my shadow in the sun... and descant on mine own deformity. | |
'Why l, in this weak piping time of peace 'have no delight to pass the time, 'unless to spy my shadow in the sun 'and descant on mine own deformity. | |
..Why, l, in this weak piping time of peace,... ..Have no delight to pass away the time,... ..Unless to spy my shadow in the sun... ..And descant on mine own deformity. | |
How about, "The hills are vital intoning the descant"? | |
I may even sing the descant if the mood takes me. | |
I, in this weak piping time of peace... have no delight to pass away the time... unless to spy my shadow in the sun... and descant on mine own deformity. | |