and
Tellus'
orbed
ground,
And thirty
dozen
moons with
borrowed
sheen
About the
world have
times
twelve
thirties
been,
Since love
our
hearts,
and Hymen
did our
hands,
Unite
comutual
in most
sacred
bands.
Queen. So
many
journeys
may the
sun and
moon Make
us again
count o'er
ere love
be done!
But woe is
me! you
are so
sick of
late, So
far from
cheer and
from your
former
state.
That I
distrust
you. Yet,
though I
