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A Most Honest Lie x Crown of Briars: Experiments in S… (Mashup) (Edit)

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I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melancholy. One half of me is yours, the other half yours. I do desire we may be better strangers. I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange? [transition] [singer B] Then let thy love be younger than thyself, To prick the sides of my intent—but only. I’ll charm the air to give a sound... Let still the woman take an elder than herself. Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger— More strange than true, I never may believe. Thy words are madness, three parts coward, Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown. [transition] [singer A] Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. These violent delights have violent ends. Youth’s a stuff will not endure. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. [transition] [singer B] Men’s vows are women’s traitors. [singer A] O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do! [singer B] With oaths of love, at last, if promise last. [Both] This love will undo us all. [Brass Interlude] [singer B] The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, All strange and terrible events are welcome. There was speech in their dumbness, Language in their very gesture... Give sorrow words. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness... I like this place, and willingly could waste my time in it. The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief. My salad days—when I was green in judgment. O, how full of briars is this working-day world! My mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. This is the very coinage of your brain. [transition] [singer A] The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Men’s vows are women’s traitors. What’s done cannot be undone. My only love sprung from my only hate! The course of true love never did run smooth. [transition] [singer B] When we are born, we cry that we are come. O villainy! Ho! Let the door be lock’d! ’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. [end]