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Lvx, my faire fawlcon

Of such as had forsaken him.

Lvx, my faire fawlcon, and thy felowes all:
How wel pleasant it were your libertie:
Ye not forsake me, that faire mought you fall.
But they that sometime liked my company:
Like lice away from dead bodies they crall.
Loe, what a proufe in light aduersitie?
But ye my birdes, I sweare by all your belles,
Ye be my frendes, and very few elles.