"Would to heaven that I were dead!For my guardian's craft prevailing
By street and by lane held in awe, sirs;And may be seen, like old Frederick the Great,
But give the chain to thoseIn whose bold face we shiver'd see
Yet he's both loving and fair;He wears on his neck a chain of gold,
Courage take, and all is o'er.
With full many a beauteous line are graced.Happy his breast, with pureness bless'd,Soon as seen, thy love must be confess'd.
Yet thou drov'st away my gloom,
But she, at his sight,
And the chest on its deck seems a vast coffin to be.Yes! 'tween the cradle and coffin, we totter and waver for ever
My bosom pants wildly!My blood hotly flows!Oh had I a doublet,A helmet, and hose!
He lights in the glow;They clasp him and kiss him
To bed on the straw, without fear,
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