My heart, stop up your ears,
Against the wind of Melancholy;
If it enters, do not doubt it,
It is marvelously dangerous;
Whether you sleep or wake,
Do as I say, I beg you.
My heart, stop up your ears,
Against the wind of Melancholy;
It causes unparalleled sorrows,
From which is born the sickness
That is not easily cured;
Believe me, if you heed reason.
My heart, stop up your ears.
Charles D’Orléans
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