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MVLLIDORS MADRIGALE.
Dildido dildido,
Oh loue, oh loue,
I feele thy rage romble below and aboue.
In sommer time I sawe a face,
Trop belle pour moy hélas hélas,
Like to a stoand horse was her pace:
Was euer yong man so dismaid,
Her eyes like waxe torches did make me afraid,
Trop belle pour moy, voila mon trespas.
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Thy haire is a nettle for the nicest roses,
Mon dieu, aide moy,
That I with the primrose of my fresh wit,
May tumble her tyrannie vnder my feete,
Hé donque ie sera un ieune roy.
Trop belle pour moy, hélas hélas,
Trop belle pour moy, voyla mon trespas.
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