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Pluck up thy heart, and be merry
The world is a stage
we play our parts
and no one farts
Unless tis a comedy

All good comedy has elements of tragedy
and all good woe hast mirth
Whence cometh the icy villainy
And was jesting ever be a curse?

Tired and energetic
Jovial and ponderous
Join hands quick
'fore the wondrous tricks
to thou eyes doth stick
and burn-ed down
the straw huts of farcical hell-bents