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"
Truly
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
the
dear
world
is
as
fair
here
as
in
the
woodland
shades
.
Who
calls
it
a
vale
of
tears
?
Methinks
Methinks
it
it
is
is
but
but
the
the
darkness
darkness
in
in
our
our
minds
minds
that
bringeth
bringeth
gloom
gloom
to
to
the
the
world
world
.
.
For
what
sayeth
that
merry
song
thou
singest
,
Little
John
?
Is
Is
it
it
not
not
thus
thus
?
?
"
For
when
my
love
's
eyes
do
thine
,
do
thine
,
And
when
her
lips
smile
so
rare
,
The
day
it
is
jocund
and
fine
,
so
fine
,
Though
let
it
be
wet
or
be
fair
And
when
the
stout
ale
is
all
flowing
so
fast
,
Our
sorrows
and
troubles
are
things
of
the
past
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
said
Friar
Tuck
piously
,
"
ye
do
think
of
profane
things
and
of
nought
else
;
yet
,
truly
,
there
be
better
safeguards
against
care
and
woe
than
ale
drinking
and
bright
eyes
,
to
wit
,
fasting
and
meditation
.
Look
upon
me
,
have
I
the
likeness
of
a
sorrowful
man
?
"
At
this
a
great
shout
of
laughter
went
up
from
all
around
,
for
the
night
before
the
stout
Friar
had
emptied
twice
as
many
canakins
of
ale
as
any
one
of
all
the
merry
men
.
