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THE SECOND MADRIGAL
Woo thy lass while May is here,
Winter vows are colder.
Have thy kiss when lips are near,
To-morrow you are older.
Winter vows are colder.
Have thy kiss when lips are near,
To-morrow you are older.
Think, if clear the throstle sing,
A month his note will thicken:
A throat of gold in a golden spring
At the edge of the snow will sicken.
A month his note will thicken:
A throat of gold in a golden spring
At the edge of the snow will sicken.
Take thy cup and take thy girl,
While they come for asking.
In thy heyday melt the pearl,
At the love-ray basking.
While they come for asking.
In thy heyday melt the pearl,
At the love-ray basking.
Ale is good for careless bards,
Wine for wayworn sinners.
They, who hold the strongest cards,
Rise from life as winners.
Wine for wayworn sinners.
They, who hold the strongest cards,
Rise from life as winners.
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