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Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
Care shackles you in liberty:
Mirth frees you in captivity.
  Would you double fetters adde?
  Else why so sadde?

Besides your pinion’d armes youl finde
Griefe too can manakell the minde.

Live then, pris’ners, uncontrol’d;
Drink oth’ strong, the rich, the old,
Till wine too hath your wits in hold;
  Then if still your jollitie
  And throats are free—

Tryumph in your bonds and paines,
And daunce to the music of your chaines.