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LI.
TO THE FOR ME.
Suete Nichtingale! in holene grene that han[ts,]
To sport thy self, and speciall in the spring;
Thy chivring chirlis, vhilks changinglie thou [chants,]
Maks all the roches round about the ring;
Vhilk slaiks my sorou, so to heir the sing,
And lights my louing langour at the leist;
Ȝit thoght thou sees not, sillie, saikles thing!
The piercing pykis brods at thy bony breist.
Euin so am I, by plesur lykuyis preist,
In gritest danger vhair I most delyte:
Bot since thy song, for shoring, hes not ceist,
Suld feble I, for feir, my conqueis quyt?
Na, na—I love the, freshest Phœnix fair!
In beuty, birth, in bounty but compair.
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