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I.
Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
Care
shackles you in liberty:
Mirth frees you in
captivity.
Would you double fetters adde?
Else
why so sadde?
Besides your pinion'd armes youl
finde
Griefe too can manakell the minde.
II.
Live then, pris'ners, uncontrol'd;
Drink oth'
strong, the rich, the old,
Till wine too hath your
wits in hold;
Then if still your jollitie
And
throats are free--
Tryumph in your bonds and
paines,
And daunce to the music of your chaines.
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