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When Envy's breath and ranc'rous tooth Do soil and bite fair worth and truth, And merit to distress betray, To soothe the heart, Anne hath a way; She hath a way to chase despair, To heal all grief, to cure all care, Turn foulest night to fairest day, Thou know'st, fond heart, Anne hath a way. She hath a way, Anne Hathaway, To make grief bliss, Anne hath a way.