Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever:
One foot on sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonnie,
Converting all your sounds of woe into hey, nonnie, nonnie!
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraught of man was ever so
Since summer first was levee.
Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonnie,
Converting all your sounds of woe into hey, nonnie, nonnie!
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The Weird of Gywar
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Maledicte
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Thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st;
Yet grossly fear'st thy death, which is no more.
Yet grossly fear'st thy death, which is no more.