Loud outcries and wounds which once would hurt and smart,
Now sound so sweet like hymns of praise and
Music’s palmy art,
O thief, O slanderer, robber dear
I Look sharp, come, Welcome, quick, O don’t you fear.
Myself is thine, thine is mine,
Yes, if you don’t mind
Please take away these things you think are mine.
Yes, if you think it fit;
Kill this body at one blow
Or slay it bit by bit;
Take off the body and all you may.
Be off with name and fame, away,
Take off, away!
Yet if you look just turning round
‘Tis I alone, am safe and sound,
Good day, O dear. Good day!