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And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so,
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone.
For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
Is how to get my Palfrey from the Mare.

Thus she replies: thy Palfrey, as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
Affection is a cole that must be cool'd;
Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
The Sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,
Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.

How like a Jade he stood, ty'd to the tree,
Servilely mastred with a lethern rein?
But when he saw his love, his youths fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain,
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.

Who sees his true love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hiew than white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight:
Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold,
To touch the fire, the Weather being cold?

Let me excuse thy Courser, gentle boy,
And learn of him I heartily beseech thee,
To take advantage on presented Joy,
Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.

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