I Love All That Much

I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile. When I fat and bean-fed horse beguile, neighing in likeness of a filly foal: and sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, in very likeness of a roasted crab, and when she drinks, against her lips I bob, and on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. - Shakespeare

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