Testo di Santa Claus give me a Gun

Ye beholdest but the shadow. "That is a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not! I deem - e'er and anon!" My words are but a twist. 'Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say!" "To and fro, save hither, Is thy love." "A dotard gaffer, I daresay..." "Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen!" "...a sapling not!" "Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! A hamlet for a slothful vassal - Soothing ale for a parchèd sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow!" "Wherefore call me such names; Nay imp am I! "E'er thou sayest aye! "That is a lie!