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Ma.On, my loving Mopsus, on,
I am ready, all is done;
From my head unto my foot,
I am fitted each way toot.
  Buskins gay,
  Gowne of gray,
Best of all our flocks can render;
  Hat of straw,
  Platted through,
Cherry lip, and middle slender.

Mo.And I think you will not find
Mopsus any whitt behind;
For he loves as well to goe,
As most part of sheapards doe:
  Cap of browne,
  Bottle crowne,
With a leg I won a dancing:
  And a pump,
  Fitt to jump,
When we sheapards fall a prancing.