Tirfis & the Shepherdess Annette
Seated together on the grass
Were conversing one day,
And sang by turns
This charming little song:
Love, how content we would be
Despite your inhuman rigors,
If your pleasures were constant
Or lasted as long as your pains.
Michel Lambert
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