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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;
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.
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.