Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Henry Fuseli: Ariel
From: The Tempest, which was William Shakespeare’s last play. Words spoken by Ariel after he is set free by Prospero.
Picture from: www.english.emory.edu/classes/Shakespeare_Illustrated/Fuseli.Ariel.html
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