Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighs, untimely tears,
Fly, fly to courts,
Fly to fond worldlings’ sports,
Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still,
And grief is forced to laugh against her will,
Where mirth...
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How happy is he born and taught Whose passions not his masters are; |
Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia You curious chanters of the wood,... |