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She'll never say nay, but sport and ⟨play⟩
O Bessy to me is the queen of the May
For Margery she is peevish and proud;
Come fidlers then, and scrape the ⟨crowd⟩
Whilst his merriment passed, after a ⟨hour's⟩ noise, like thunder almost spent, the ⟨head⟩ spoke distinctly, Time is. O ho! says ⟨Miles,⟩ is this all the news you can tell me ? W(illegible text) copper nose has my master taken all pains about you, and you can speak no ⟨wiser?⟩ Dost thou think I am such a fool to br(illegible text) his sweet slum for this? No, speak wiser, ⟨or⟩ he shall sleep on. Time is, quotha ! Wh(illegible text) know time is, and that thou shalt he(illegible text) goodman kettle jaws.
Time is for some to gain,
Time is for some to lose;
Time is for some to hand,
But then they cannot choose.
Time is to go a score,
Time is when one should pay;
Tune is to reckon too
But few care for that day.
Time is to graft the horn,
Upon another's head;
Time is to make maids bellies swell,
Oh then 'tis time they’re wed.
