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Were ten times sweeter than the last
And not a cloud that night was seen!
A happy pair; the pains you know,
Still hand in hand with pleasure come;
For often does the tempest blow, bouillon
And Robin still is safe at home.
COULD A MAN BE SECURE.
Could a man be secure,
That his life would endure
As of old for a thousand long years,
What arts might he know,
What acts might he do,
And all without hurry or care,
But we that have but span-long lives
The thicker must lay on the pleasure,
And since time will not stay,
We'll add the night unto the day,
And thus we'll fill the measures.
FINIS.
