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'T is a hodge-podge of business 

 And money and care, 

 And care and money and trouble. 



But we '11 take no care 



When the weather proves fair ; 

 Nor will we vex now though it rain ; 



We '11 banish all sorrow, 



And sing till to-morrow, 

 And angle and angle again. 



Peter. I marry, sir, this is music indeed ! This 

 has cheered my heart, and made me to remember 

 six verses in praise of music, which I will speak 

 to you instantly. 



" Music ! miraculous rhetoric I that speak'st sense 

 Without a tongue, excelling eloquence; 

 With what ease might thy errors be excused, 

 Wert thou as truly loved as thou 'rt abused ! 

 But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee, 

 I cannot hate thee, 'cause the Angels love thee ! " 



Ven. And the repetition of these last verses of 

 music have called to my memory what Mr. Ed- 

 mund Waller, a lover of the angle, says of love and 

 music. 



" Whilst I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris, I feel my heart decay ; 

 That powerful voice 



Calls my fleeting soul away : 

 Oh, suppress that magic sound 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



" Peace, Chloris, peace ; or singing die, 

 That together you and I 

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