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Lyrics
Unseen of Any
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert,
Unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone,
Unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record my woes.
Then know that I have little wealth to lose:
A man I am cross'd with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.
For that which now torments me to rehearse:
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage or base treachery.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Without false vantage or base treachery.
Know, then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Thrust from the company of awful men:
Thrust from the company of awful men:
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