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Inſtead of virgins young,
my bride’s bed for to ſee,
Go cauſe ſome curious carpinter,
to make a cheſt for me.
My broad lace of ſilk
below on maidens meet,
May fitly ſerve, when I'm dead,
to tie my hands and feet.
And thou my lover true,
my huſband and my friend,
Let me intreat thee here to ſtay,
until my life doth end.
Now leave to talk of love,
and humbly on your knees,
Direct your prayers to God,
and mourn no more for me,
In love as we have liv’d,
In love now let us part;
And I in token of my love,
kiſs thee with all my heart.
