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 So here I may as happy be, As kings that’s high in tate, The thought’s the place of happines, And there it hath its eat.

Then let me work a piece of tuff, To keep us from the cold, Yet every day that I do rie, mortality I’m told.

My clothes they wear and do grow thin, Unfit me warm to keep, My body tires, I mut have ret, To bed, I maun have ret.

And other leons which I hear Continually abounds, Of death and trouble every where, In village or in towns.

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man’s mind and body racks, But all that they will get of earth, Is the breadth of their backs. A