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Richard Lovelace - Lucasta Laughing
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Heark, how she laughs aloud, 
Although the world put on its shrowd: 
Wept at by the fantastic crowd, 
Who cry: one drop, let fall 
From her, might save the universal ball. 
            She laughs again 
   At our ridiculous pain; 
And at our merry misery 
   She laughs, until she cry. 
            Sages, forbear 
   That ill-contrived tear, 
            Although your fear 
Doth barricado hope from your soft ear. 
That which still makes her mirth to flow, 
Is our sinister-handed woe, 
Which downwards on its head doth go, 
And, ere that it is sown, doth grow. 
   This makes her spleen contract, 
      And her just pleasure feast: 
   For the unjustest act 
      Is still the pleasant`st jest.
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