Sweet Desdemona
Fair in, fair out thou do be
As beauty has set 'tis grace upon thy temple
Who dare disrepute thee
And bid thy heart as sinful
How the hate of a troublous snake
Alongside thy admiring lover
With fallacy a devil's tongue does make
The moor unjust to not love her
What many ailments a modest cloth does bring
The very creed of a perpetual love
Spanning the pits below as the legions do sing
While the gates go closing above
Never has there been such a tragedy to tell
Since those untimely deaths in Verona
Loved not wisely but to well
Oh sweet Desdemona
As beauty has set 'tis grace upon thy temple
Who dare disrepute thee
And bid thy heart as sinful
How the hate of a troublous snake
Alongside thy admiring lover
With fallacy a devil's tongue does make
The moor unjust to not love her
What many ailments a modest cloth does bring
The very creed of a perpetual love
Spanning the pits below as the legions do sing
While the gates go closing above
Never has there been such a tragedy to tell
Since those untimely deaths in Verona
Loved not wisely but to well
Oh sweet Desdemona
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