O God! Methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain,
To set upon a hill, as I do now…
So many hours must I tend my flock;
So many hours must I take my rest;
So many hours must I contemplate;
So many hours must I sport myself;
Ah, what a life were this, how sweet! How lovely!
William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, 1623
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