The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, 
 And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, 
 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, 
 And dallies with the innocence of love, 
 Like the old age.
Twelfth-Night [1601-1602], II, iv, 44
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, 
 And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, 
 Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, 
 And dallies with the innocence of love, 
 Like the old age.
Twelfth-Night [1601-1602], II, iv, 44