Fourth Maiden: I envy those unhappy from their birth,
For to be bred and seasoned in misfortune
Is to be iron to it,
But there is something in the pang of change
More than the heart can bear,
Unhappiness remembering happiness.
For to be bred and seasoned in misfortune
Is to be iron to it,
But there is something in the pang of change
More than the heart can bear,
Unhappiness remembering happiness.
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