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Overture
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"When maiden loves, she sits and sighs"
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I'm jealous of the very words I speak to you!
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This, the Autumn of our lives
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We still would face a foreign foe, as in days of long ago
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Silence, you silly girl
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The screw may twist and the rack may turn
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The scheme is rash and well may fail; but ours are not the hearts that quail, the hands that shrink, the cheeks that pale, in hours of need
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In this happy little community, Death, when he comes, doth so in punctual and businesslike fashion
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Is life a boon?
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I might have had to live another morn!
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Come, fool, follify!
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My masters, I pray you bear with us, and we will satisfy you
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for we are merry folk who would make all as merry as ourselves
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Willy nilly o!
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I have a song to sing, O!
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At the humble merrymaid, peerly proud, who loved a lord, and who laughed aloud
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His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more, for he lived in the love of a ladye!
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What is this pother?
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Temptation, oh, temptation
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Temptation, oh, temptation
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Marry, sir, I have a pretty wit.
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What is underdone cannot be helped!
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'Tis done; I am a bride!
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What bringest thou to me but gold and sadness?
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O weary wives who widowhood would win, rejoice that ye have time to weary in.
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The skylark's trill were but discordance shrill to the soft thrill of wooing as I'd woo
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Were I thy bride!
