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And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so,
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone.
⁠For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
⁠Is how to get my Palfrey from the Mare.

Thus she replies: thy Palfrey, as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
Affection is a cole that must be cool'd;
Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
⁠The Sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,
⁠Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.

How like a Jade he stood, ty'd to the tree,
Servilely mastred with a lethern rein?
But when he saw his love, his youths fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain,
⁠Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
⁠Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.

Who sees his true love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hiew than white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight:
⁠Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold,
⁠To touch the fire, the Weather being cold?

Let me excuse thy Courser, gentle boy,
And learn of him I heartily beseech thee,
To take advantage on presented Joy,
Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.

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