Uttered in a Pastoral Show at Wilton.
WILL. Dick, since we ot dance, e, let a cheerful voice Show that we do ne at all when others do rejoice.
DICK. Ah Will, though I grudge not, I t it feeble glee, With sight made dim with daily tears anothers sport to see. Whoever lambkins saw, yet lambkins love to play, To play when that their loved dams are stolen oray? If this in them be true, as true ihink I, A lustless song forsooth thinks he that hath more lust to cry.
WILL. A time there is for all, my mother often says, When she, with skirts tucked very high, with girls at football plays When thou hast mind to weep, seek out some smoky room: Now let those lightsome sights we see thy darkness overe.
DICK. What joy the joyful sun gives unto bleared eyes; That fort in these sports you like, my mind his fort tries.
WILL. What? Is thy bagpipe broke, or are thy lambs miswent; Thy wallet or thy tar-box lost; or thy new raime?
DICK. I would it were but thus, for……（内容加载失败！）
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