| In the Magian Elder's favour Life and joyance without spare is |
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| Once on a time, a heart, o Muslims, mine was |
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| Who of Fortune's grace held worthy At Creation's date, indeed, is |
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| Where's one who loyalty with me, Of generous intent, shall practise |
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| Still from the cypress branches The patient bulbuls cry |
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| Albeit a thousand foemen To work my ruin try |
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| Friends, 'tis best that, in the rosetime, After ease and pleasance strain we |
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| Lovers all to thine enjoyment Since thy beauty did invite |
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| More goodly than pleasance and mirth In garden and Spring what is? |
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| My heart of the world is weary And all that is therein |
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