:39:03
Now, divine air.
:39:06
Now is his soul ravished!
:39:09
Is it not strange that sheeps' guts
should hale souls out of men's bodies?
:39:18
"Sigh no more, ladies
:39:21
"Sigh no more
:39:23
"Men were deceivers ever
:39:28
"One foot in sea
:39:31
"and one on shore
:39:34
"To one thing constant never
:39:39
"Then sigh not so
:39:42
"but let them go
:39:45
"And be you blithe
:39:48
"and bonny
:39:50
"Converting all your sounds of woe
:39:58
"Into Hey nonny, nonny
:40:06
"Sing no more ditties
:40:11
"Of dumps so dull and heavy
:40:16
"The fraud of men
:40:20
"was ever so
:40:22
"Since summer
:40:25
"first was leafy
:40:27
"Then sigh not so
:40:31
"but let them go
:40:34
"And be you blithe and bonny
:40:39
"Converting all
:40:42
"your sounds of woe
:40:47
"Into Hey nonny, nonny"
:40:58
-By my troth, a good song.
-And an ill singer, my lord.