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Lines of Comfort and Reassurance to My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude— these are all the things I long for; give me as well your finest food, and I'll ask of you, lass, no more! My lovely lass, what's the matter— why are you all down and alone? Don't be vexed because you're sadder than most, dear, for God loves His own. Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret: if I were a young lad again, I'd chase you for your sweet asset. But as I am two-score and ten years old (with wife in deed), never can I be your white knight with steed; but your sadness won't last forever, if you pray for the one you need.

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