Theatre Of Tragedy - A Hamlet For A Slothful Va**al lyrics

"Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth." "Ye beholdest but the shadow. "That is a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not! I deem - e'er and anon!" My words are but a twist. 'Tis a feign?d lie through loathing, I say!" "To and fro, save hither, Is thy love." "A dotard gaffer, I daresay..." "Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen!" "...a sapling not!" "Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! A hamlet for a slothful va**al - Soothing ale for a parch?d sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow!" "Wherefore call me such names; Nay imp am I! "E'er thou sayest aye! "That is a lie! Thou art my aghast hart - Thief of a plot! Lief I am not! Grazing in the glade." Now go to thy tryst! My words are but a twist! Go, leave, totter! - Fare well! - with joy I came, Until ye dwindlest. With rue I leave. A morsel, nay more, Even the orb cannot For thy journey Help me melt the ice?!" Hither an thither!"