Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine:
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like thine!
This is my Friend,
In whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend.
Samuel Crossman
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One for sorrow…
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Who is worse?
Read this. (From the Brick Testament).
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