Translations. -The Mother By The Cradle. (From Claudius.)
Sleep, baby boy, sleep sweet, secure; Thy father's very miniature! That art thou, though thy father goes And says that thou hast not his nose. This very moment here was he, His face o'er thine did pose And said--Much has he sure of me, But no, 'tis not my nose. I think myself, it is too small, But it is his nose after all; For if thy nose his nose be not, Whence came the nose that thou hast got? Sleep, boy! thy father only chose To tease me--that's his part! Never you mind about his nose, But see you have his heart.
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