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Should it be wonder, were here one
Who should be dear to thy heart
If thou will make us believe it, we do, –
Still We guess she is not here

Help us only to our frolic
Begin – and let us dance
Why, thou canst find in our circle
One who perhaps will be reward for to thee.

For my part, I cannot be sad (Frestis)
And should advice others not be so –
Sorrow makes wrincles
Sooner than one suspects it.

But where is gaiety and mirth
There is heath yough heath and youth
May even the years come one
The old is till a youth.

Follow me, follow, gay circle
Let ring resound your song of job
But thou be watchful, on whose turn is now
To Sing after guide us after me.
– (or anything similar) –

Maiden III

Follow me, follow, thou gay circle
Let resound your song of joy
I feel, i'tis now my turn
But I am at a loss

Man is alone the creature
Gifted Who got the laugh from nature
All other animals are thumb
Thy cannot laugh is our will.

It would be ungrateful folly
To scorn a gift so dear
I wish here may to whine and weep
To whom mirth and jollity do not please.

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Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	082	Info in main headings field
Image	003	Titles	tale on sobolka fire on st john's eve
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	4
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Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks
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Notes public		ID Number	36072
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