Were it possible? Alas, I fear me nay.
I be wandered too far out of the way,
Not letting reason be of my will the guide.
Open, O Earth, swallow me and hide,
For I am not worthy to tread on thee in any wise.
MOONEN
Help Modicack, how the flames start from mine eyes;
The lass hath got a crop full of contrition.
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To some merry part of the town haste we