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He that had wit
would think that I had none
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to bury so much gold under a tree,
:50:07
never after to inherit it.
:50:10
Let him that thinks of me
so abjectly know
:50:13
that this gold must coin
a stratagem which,
:50:17
cunningly effected,
:50:19
will beget
a very excellent piece of villainy.
:50:25
And so repose, sweet gold,
for their unrest
:50:29
that have their alms
out of the empress' chest.
:50:41
My lovely Aaron,
:50:42
wherefore lookst thou sad
:50:44
when everything doth
make a gleeful boast?
:50:48
The birds chant melody
on every bush.
:50:53
The snake lies rolled
in the cheerful sun.
:50:59
The green leaves quiver
with the cooling wind.
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Under their sweet shade,
Aaron, let us sit.
:51:10
Ha ha ha!
:51:12
And after conflict, we may,
:51:16
each wreathed in the other's arms,
:51:20
our pastimes done,
:51:22
possess a golden slumber.
:51:24
Whiles hounds and horns
:51:27
and sweet, melodious birds be unto us
:51:30
as is a nurse's song of lullaby
:51:33
to bring her babe asleep.
:51:35
Madam, though Venus
govern your desires,
:51:38
Saturn is dominator over mine.
:51:41
What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
:51:45
my silence, and my cloudy melancholy?
:51:48
No, madam,
these are no venereal signs.
:51:54
Vengeance is in my heart,
:51:56
death in my hand.
:51:59
Blood and revenge are
hammering in my head.