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Sooth, ever and anon, as Soflin spoak,
Paplet in extasie would hide her Look.
Then asken more; yet shamed to asken more,
(Of Men and Love) but long'd to know so sore.
Sometimes she'd fling her self epon the Grass:
Then up, and catch in Arms her Fellow-lass.
Why may'nt we Men, yquoth the youngling Mey,
And why may'nt we grasp them? Us graspen they!
So pleased she was, and eager still to know,
In sooth so pleased, she knew not what to do.
Paplet in extasie would hide her Look.
Then asken more; yet shamed to asken more,
(Of Men and Love) but long'd to know so sore.
Sometimes she'd fling her self epon the Grass:
Then up, and catch in Arms her Fellow-lass.
Why may'nt we Men, yquoth the youngling Mey,
And why may'nt we grasp them? Us graspen they!
So pleased she was, and eager still to know,
In sooth so pleased, she knew not what to do.
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