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Tixall Poetry.
Mo.All too long (deare love) I ween,
Have we stood upon this theame:
Let each lasse, as once it was,
Love her swain, and swain his lasse:
So shall wee
Honour'd bee
In our mating, in our meeting,
While we stand
Hand in hand,
Honest swainling with his sweeting.
Here we prate, and linger long,
While we doe our selves great wrong;
Wanting sence to understand,
What a serious worke's in hand.
Have we stood upon this theame:
Let each lasse, as once it was,
Love her swain, and swain his lasse:
So shall wee
Honour'd bee
In our mating, in our meeting,
While we stand
Hand in hand,
Honest swainling with his sweeting.
Here we prate, and linger long,
While we doe our selves great wrong;
Wanting sence to understand,
What a serious worke's in hand.
Ma.My desire is all on fire,
Yet you goe to fast for Molly.
Yet you goe to fast for Molly.
Mo.Deare the day runs away,
And it is no time to dally.
And it is no time to dally.
