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 ( 7 ) All you that are in Love, And cannot it remove, You pitied are for to be; Experience makes me know. That your heart is full of woe, since it is so fallen out with me,

My love is like the fun, That in the firmament does run, That always is constant and true; But yours is like the moon That wandereth up and down, And every month is new.

Farewel my joy and heart Since you and I must part. You’re the fairest of all l do see; I never do design, For to alter my mind, Altho' you’re below my degree

The May morning.

AS I walked forth in a May morning, to view the flowry meadows gay, The birds they sung, and the lambs they did play and there I beheld a fair lady.