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TO WED, OR NOT TO WED.

THOMAS.
I'm tired of single life;
I'll live alone no more;
I'll wed a loved and loving wife;
My sire did so before:
How brightly, then, my fire will blaze!
How sweetly Ann will sing!
We shall be merry all our days,
As skylarks on the wing.

WILLIAM.
Bless'd is the mated bird;
And where she, brooding, cowers,
Melodies of the heart are heard,
Amid the hawthorn-flowers.
Though richest wines, their sweetness fled,
Grow dull, and acrid too;
I say not, “Thomas, do not wed!”
For God says, “Thomas, do!”