Will ye loue me Lady sweete, way, fie away, fie, you are young and loue and meete, no, not I'll live a maide till I be fortie, out alas, who then will sport thee wanton yet in the spring, Loue is a pretie thing fie away, fie, Kisse sweete, as louers doe proue, kind to them that woe no, not I.
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