Bonjours tiens:
-Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
by William Shakespeare
-Silent, Silent Night :
Silent, silent Night
Quench the holy light
Of thy torches bright.
For possess'd of Day
Thousand spirits stray
That sweet joys betray.
Why should joys be sweet
Used with deceit
Nor with sorrows meet?
But an honest joy
Does itself destroy
For a harlot coy.
By William Blake
