Sonnet
Ye teetheless merryemente offe ginghamaproned dames
Andde now itte is too layte fore marygoldes to smeller
Acroste grene feldes or ye couryers dogge to limpe
Awane the donit sone patch draahers Sara Clover worun
The nite the ball wan givt ye govenor andde honorbeit
Ye brydes that clutte my kysses lyke sharpe teethe
The lippes andde ye brydegrumes ratling lyke luse stones
Onne a bysee rode bewayre the narowe dore andde glume
Lept now the fattocks warme andde luvuz glowe
Yonge yonge he cometh inne the eye andde eare
Andde swete his pryde be taken andde receved
Ah now her pelly swels withe plesure
Andde he khispers twearing andde go onne fwearing
Until she cumes ye gaspe frum springe unblumed
Andde now itte is too layte fore marygoldes to smeller
Acroste grene feldes or ye couryers dogge to limpe
Awane the donit sone patch draahers Sara Clover worun
The nite the ball wan givt ye govenor andde honorbeit
Ye brydes that clutte my kysses lyke sharpe teethe
The lippes andde ye brydegrumes ratling lyke luse stones
Onne a bysee rode bewayre the narowe dore andde glume
Lept now the fattocks warme andde luvuz glowe
Yonge yonge he cometh inne the eye andde eare
Andde swete his pryde be taken andde receved
Ah now her pelly swels withe plesure
Andde he khispers twearing andde go onne fwearing
Until she cumes ye gaspe frum springe unblumed
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