[To E. C.] Oh, Drop Your Eyelids Down, My Lady; Oh, Drop Your Eyelids Down. 'Twere Well To Keep Your Bright Eyes Shady For Pity Of The Town! But Should There Any Glances Be, I Pray You Give Them All To Me; For Though My Life Be Lost Thereby, It Were The Sweetest Death To Die!
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