Act 5 — "I'LL NOT CONFER WITH SORROW"
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I'll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow; But Joy shall have her way This very day.
Ho, eglantine and cresses For her tresses!— Let Care, the beggar, wait Outside the gate.
Tears if you will—but after Mirth and laughter; Then, folded hands on breast And endless rest.