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And for his fake these weedes I weare,

And sacrifice my tender age; And every day Ile begg my bread,

To undergoe this pilgrimage.

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Q. ELIZABETH's VERSES, WHILE PRI.

SONER AT WOODSTOCK,

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Bot doe nat, doe nat, prettie mine,
To faynings fals thine hart incline ;
Be loyal to thy luver trew,
And nevir change hir for a new;
If gude or faire, of hir hae care,
For womens banning's wonderous fair.

Balow, &c.

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The fun that joy'd the blithsom daye,

The moone that cheard the night's dull houre, Still founde the faire to griefe a proye, The victim of tyrannic pow're,

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