Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
 
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
 
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
 
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men’s believing.

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