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 Come rise up Sir John,

I’ll honour you here.

I’ll make a Knight

Of three hundred a-year.

And was not this good news

For the Tinkler indeed,

And then to the court

He was sent for with speed;

Where store of great pleasure

And pastimes are seen,

In the Royal Presence

Of our King and Queen.

S Tom and Cupid went astray,

For to pass the time away,

Tom he thought himself quite happy,

While he walk’d the new moon hay:

By the brink of a chrystal river,

Joining to a shady grove;

Cupid being a cunning master,

Pierc’d him with the dart of love.