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VII. DESIRE.
The liuelye larcke stretcht forthe her winge
The messenger of Morninge brighte,
And with her cheerfull voyce did singe
The Daye's approche, descharginge Nyghte,
When that Aurora, blushing redd
Descride the guilte of Thetis' bedd.
The messenger of Morninge brighte,
And with her cheerfull voyce did singe
The Daye's approche, descharginge Nyghte,
When that Aurora, blushing redd
Descride the guilte of Thetis' bedd.
I wente abrode to take the ayre
And in the meades I mett a knighte,
Cladd in carnatione coulor fayre.
I did salute this gentle wighte:
Of him I did his name inquire
He syghde and sayde it was, Desyre.
And in the meades I mett a knighte,
Cladd in carnatione coulor fayre.
I did salute this gentle wighte:
Of him I did his name inquire
He syghde and sayde it was, Desyre.
Desyre I did desyre to staye,
And while with him I crauèd taulke
The courteous knighte sayde me no naye,
But hand in hand with me did walke:
Then of Desyr I aske agayne
What thinge did please and what did payne?
And while with him I crauèd taulke
The courteous knighte sayde me no naye,
But hand in hand with me did walke:
Then of Desyr I aske agayne
What thinge did please and what did payne?
He smylde, and thus he answerèd thann:
Desyre can haue no grater payne
Then for to see an other mann
The thinge desyrèd to obtayne:
Nor greater ioye can be than this
That to enioye that others mysse.
Desyre can haue no grater payne
Then for to see an other mann
The thinge desyrèd to obtayne:
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That to enioye that others mysse.
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