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 ( 8 ) But, ſorrow alas! to her cold grave had

brought her.

Savournna, &c.

Begone Dull Care.

BEGONE dull care, I prithee begon

from me,

Begone dull care, you and I can never

agree;

Long time thou haſt been tarrying here,

And fain thou wouldſt me kill,

But I trow dull care, thou never ſhalt

thy will.

Too much care will make a young man gray

And too much care will turn an old man

clay :

My wife ſhall dance, and I will ſing,

So merrily paſs the day,

For I hold it one of the wiſeſt things,

To drive dull care away.

FINIS.