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I.
Thou
snowy farme with thy five tenements!
Tell thy white
mistris here was one,
That call'd to pay his dayly
rents;
But she a-gathering flowr's and hearts is
gone,
And thou left voyd to rude possession.
II.
But grieve not, pretty Ermin cabinet,
Thy
alabaster lady will come home;
If not, what tenant
can there fit
The slender turnings of thy narrow
roome,
But must ejected be by his owne dombe?
III.
Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee:
Five kisses, one unto a place:
For though the lute's
too high for me,
Yet servants, knowing minikin nor
base,
Are still allow'd to fiddle with the case.
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