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[Now thancked bee the great god Pan]
Now thancked bee the great god Pan,
That thus preserves my loved lyfe:
Thancked bee I that keepe A man,
Who ended hathe this fearefull stryfe.
So, yf my Man must prayses have;
What then must I, that keepe the knave?
That thus preserves my loved lyfe:
Thancked bee I that keepe A man,
Who ended hathe this fearefull stryfe.
So, yf my Man must prayses have;
What then must I, that keepe the knave?
For, as the Moone the eye dothe please,
With gentle beames not hurting sighte:
Yet hathe Sir Sunn the greatest prayse,
Bycause from him dothe come her lighte.
So, yf my man must prayses have;
What then must I, that keepe the knave?
With gentle beames not hurting sighte:
Yet hathe Sir Sunn the greatest prayse,
Bycause from him dothe come her lighte.
So, yf my man must prayses have;
What then must I, that keepe the knave?
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