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Hawthorn had lost his motley livery,

The naked twigs were shivering all for cold;

And dropping down the tears abundantly;
Each thing (me thought) with weeping eye me told
The cruel season, bidding me withhold

My self within, for I was gotten out
Into the fields whereas I waiked about.



SOME glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body's force;
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill;

Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;

And every humour hath its adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest;
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.

Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast.
Wretched in this alone, that thou may'st take
All this away, and me most wretched make.


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LAWN, as white as driven snow;
Cypress, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber :
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;

Pins and poking-sticks of steel,

What maids lack from head to heel :

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.



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 full of sport,

Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lanie ;` Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my love, my love is young!

Age, I do defy thee:

O, sweet shepherd, hie thee!

For methinks thou stay'st too long.


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