Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.
Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy best apparel on?
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