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What comfort by him do we win, Who made himself the price of sin,
To make us heirs of glory! To see this babe, all innocence; A martyr born in our defence:
Can man forget the story ? |
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TWELFE NIGHT,
OR KING AND QUEENE.
Now, now the mirth comes,
With the cake full of plums, Where beane's the king of the sport here;
Beside we must know,
The pea also Must revell as queene in the court here.
Begin then to chuse,
This night as ye use, Who shall for the present delight here;
Be a king by the lot,
And who shall not Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here. |
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