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With Daniel she did dance, On me she look'd askance:

thrice unhappy chance! Phillada flouts me.

Fair maid, be not so coy, Do not disdain me !

1 am my mother's joy : Sweet, entertain me !

She'll give me, when she dies, All that is fitting:

Her poultry and her bees, And her goose sitting,

A pair of mattrass beds,

And a bag full of shreds;

And yet, for all this guedes, Phillada flouts me !

She hath a clout of mine

Wrought with blue Coventry, Which she keeps for a sign

Of my fidelity : But i' faith, if she flinch

She shall not wear it ; To Tib, my t'other wench,

I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part : Death strike me with his dart i

Phillada flouts me.

Thou shalt eat crudded cream All the year lasting,

guedes] goods, property of any kind.

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