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Eheu Fugaces -- !

The air is charged with amatory numbers -Soft madrigals, and dreamy lovers' lays.

Peace, peace, old heart!  Why waken from its

The aching memory of the old, old days?

Time was when Love and I were well acquainted;

Time was when we walked ever hand in hand;

A saintly youth, with worldly thought untainted,

None better loved than I in all the land!

Time was, when maidens of the noblest station,

Forsaking even military men,

Would gaze upon me, rapt in adoration -Ah me,

I was a fair young curate then!

Had I a headache? sighed the maids assembled;

Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear;

Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled;

And when I coughed all thought the end was near!

I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me -For I was loved beyond all other men.

Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me -Ah me,

I was a pale young curate then!

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William Schwenck Gilbert

Sir William Schwenck Gilbert (18 November 1836 – 29 May 1911) was an English dramatist, librettist, poet and illustrator best known for his coll…

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