One auspicious, one dropping eye
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in birth
In equal scale weighing delight and dole
Could it came with you?
Hidden in your head, intoxicating
Nor have you herein barred our better wisdom,
Which have freely gone with this affair
How could we be so blind?
Could I keep my faith?
A fault to the dead, a fault against nature
Ministers of the plague making night hideous
They should swallow us all
Could it came with us?
I doubt some foul play
No it cannot be
Peevish opposition
Why should we take it to heart?
Do we fall in madness?
Dead middle of the night
We need you to stay sane
It is all in your mind

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