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 ANONYMOUS

Fair maid, be not so coy,

Do not disdain me! I am my mother's joy:

Sweet, entertain me! She'll give me, when she dies,

All that is fitting: Her poultry and her bees,

And her goose sitting, A pair of mattrass beds, And a bag ful] of shreds; And yet, for all this guedes,

Phillada flouts me !

She hath a clout of mine

Wrought with blue Coventry, Which she keeps for a sign

Of my fidelity: But i' faith, if she flinch

She shall not wear it; Xo Tib, my t'other wench,

I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part* Death strike me with his dart!

Phillada flouts me.

Xhou shalt eat crudded cream

All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream

Pleasant in tasting;

g-uedes] goods, property of any kind.

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