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Hawthorn had lost his motley livery,
The naked twigs were shivering all for cold;
And dropping down the tears abundantly;
My self within, for I was gotten out
SOME glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath its adjunct pleasure,
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Lawn, as white as driven snow ;
Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy ; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.
CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH.
CRABBED age and youth
Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is nimble, age is lanie ;)
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
O, my love, my love is young!
For methinks thou stay'st too long.