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I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
No man can serve two masters.
No man can serve two masters.
The question is yet before the court.
The question is yet before the court.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
In a long journey straw waighs.
In a long journey straw waighs.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
