Fine Maiden
Thou doth teareth fine maiden
Tis is true
But remembereth in all posterity
The damsel scorned
Shall shucketh like corn
The tapestries of her suitor
And Knighteth the new conqueror
To her most royal ambitions, nay aspirations!
Which shall more properly suiteth her reverance
And presently her constitution
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