1st Voice:
Humour, say what mak'st thou here
In the presence of a queen?
2nd Voice:
Princes hold conceit most dear,
All conceit in humour seen.
1st Voice:
Thou art a heavy laden mood.
2nd Voice:
Humour is Invention's food.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
1st Voice:
O I am as heavy as earth,
Say then, who is Humour now?
2nd Voice:
I am now inclined to mirth,
Humour I as well as thou.
1st Voice:
Why then 'tis I am drowned in woe.
2nd Voice:
No, no. Wit is cherished so.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
1st Voice:
Mirth then is drowned in sorrow's brim.
O in sorrow all things sleep.
2nd Voice:
No, no, fool, the light'st things swim.
Heavy things sink to the deep.
1st Voice:
In her presence all things smile.
2nd Voice:
Humour frolic then awhile.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
1e stem:
Humor, zeg wat je hier doet
In aanwezigheid van een koningin
2e stem:
Prinsen koesteren hun hoogmoed,
En in eigenwaan vind ik bevrediging.
1e stem:
Mijn chagrijn kon je nog niet overwinnen
2e stem:
Maar mijn verzinsels zullen het bedwingen.
Koor:
Humor is nooit effectief gebleken,
Als je je er niet door aan laat spreken.
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