Has been an early morrow Thou saluted, devoice of sorrow Yet uproused, joys thou speak of Entertained me with

thy new love

You laid this love, in a deep tomb Just to dig another out o the grave This Juliet thou just knew, thou already proposed And thou want the marriage today

Thou hast love, in thy eyes. Loves evil, for it misleads The minds of men, thinking theyre wise And rightly so, for it heals

Is this what young men are like?

Hardly a day ago, thou art still moping, now on thy feet Simple plan, this is a madness, a madness most discreet

Rosaline, the love thou hold dear Thou hast forsaken. Does love adhere To the eyes and not to our souls O Romeo, thou didst not love, thou dote

Forsaken, gone a beat, thy love games I cant tell, Mad this is, most foolish, a madness most discreet. [dancing queen abba]

Thou art an idiot, young and dumb, a dimwitted boy An idiot, this is a madness, a madness most discreet Thou art happy, and exalted, but thou hast no idea how Mad this is, most foolish, a madness most discreet