II

When we laugh, and our mirth

Apes the happy vein,

We're so kin to earth

Pleasuance fathers pain--

Ah! welaway!

Madness laugheth loud:

Laughter bringeth tears:

Eyes are worn away

Till the end of fears

Cometh in the shroud,

Ah! welaway!

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