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John Bartlet


A Booke of Ayres

1606

IX. A prety ducke there was that said

          A prety ducke there was that said,
          To whome shall I make mone
          I haue beene long a pretie maid,
          And yet I lie alone.

          Alone I lie in deepe dispaire,
          Which kils my louely heart,
          For none wil my sweet ioyes repaire,
          Or play a louers part.

          A tickling part that maidens loue,
          But I can neuer get,
          Yet long haue sought, and stil do craue,
          At rest my hart to set.
    

 

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