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The little birds that tune their morning's joy (1108)

Make her moans mad with their sweet melody: (1109)

For mirth doth search the bottom of annoy; (1110)

Sad souls are slain in merry company; (1111)

Grief best is pleased with grief's society:
True sorrow then is feelingly sufficed (1113)

When with like semblance it is sympathized.

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