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Of Tyndarus
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Of Tyndarus
A wight whose name was Tyndar, wouldhaue kist a pretie lasse:
Her nose was long: (and Tyndar he
a floutyng fellowe was.)
Wherefore vnto her thus he saied,
I can not kisse you, sweete:
Your nose stands out so farre, that sure
our lippes can neuer meete.
The maiden nipt thus by the nose,
straight blusht as red as fire:
and with his girde displeased, thus
she spake to hym in ire.
Quoth she, if that my nose doe let
your lippes from kissyng myne:
You there maie kisse me where that I,
haue neither nose nor eyne.
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