For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health.
I am sorie God made me so comely.
There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.
Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte.
Gay love, God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde.
There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
That same manne, that renneth awaye,Maye again fight, an other daye.
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