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[Patience] Still brooding on their mad infatuation!
I thank thee, Love, thou comest not to me!
Far happier I, free from thy ministration,
Than dukes or duchesses who love can be!
[Saphir] 'Tis Patience, happy girl!
Loved by a poet!
[Patience] Your pardon ladies.
I intrude upon you.
[Angela] Nay, pretty child, come hither.
Is it true that you have never loved?
[Patience] Most true indeed.
[Chorus] Most marvellous!
And most deplorable!

[Patience] I cannot tell what this love may be
That cometh to all but not to me.
It cannot be kind as they'd imply,
Or why do these ladies sigh?
It cannot be joy and rapture deep,
Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
It cannot be blissful as 'tis said,
Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?
Though ev'rywhere true love I see
Acoming to all, but not to me,
I cannot tell what this love may be!
For I am blithe and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.

For I am blithe and I am gay,
Think of the gulf 'twixt them and me,
Think of the gulf 'twixt them and me,
Fal la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la, and miserie!

If love is a thorn, they show no wit
Who foolishly hug and foster it.
If love is a weed, how simple they
Who gather it, day by day!
If love is a nettle that makes you smart,
Then why do you wear it next your heart?
And if it be none of these, say I,
Ah, why do you sit and sob and sigh?
Though ev'rywhere true love I see
Acoming to all, but not to me,
I cannot tell what this love may be!
For I am blithe and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.

For I am blithe and I am gay,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Think of the gulf `twixt them and me,
Fal la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la, and miserie!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Patience No. 2
Lyrics
Patience
Angela
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