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After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.

To Wait So Long/and Want A Man Refined And Strong/is Not At All Uncommon. And Yet To Wait One Hundred Years/without A Tear, Without A Care/makes For A Very Rare Woman. So Here Our Tale Appears To Show/how Marriage Deferred/brings Joy Unheard/nothing Lost After A Century Or So. But Others Love With More Ardor/and Wed Quickly Out Of Passion/whatever They Do/i Won’t Deplore/nor Shall I Preach A Lesson.

The King's Son, Who Was Told That A Great Princess, Whom Nobody Knew, Was Come, Ran Out To Receive Her. He Gave Her His Hand As She Alighted From The Coach, And Led Her Into The Hall Where The Company Were Assembled.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Widow Who Had Two Daughters. The Elder Was So Much Like Her, Both In Looks And Character, That Whoever Saw The Daughter Saw The Mother.

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.