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Flee always from the snare,
Learn at me to beware; It is ane pain, and double trane
Of endless woe and care; For to refrain that danger plain,
Flee always from the snare.
ROBERT WEVER
53 In Youth is Pleasure
rN a harbour grcne aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day, I dreamed fast of mirth and play.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go But when I waked it was not so*
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my hart is surely pyght Of her alone to have a sight Which is my joy and hartes delight.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
RICHARD EDWARDES
54 Amantium Irae
IN going to my naked bed as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long be fore had wept; She sighed sore and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to re t, That would not cease but cried still, in sucking at her breast
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