Stemme: ô Kersnacht.
HAer poesel Lichaem net besneden
Uyt munt in alle geestigheden
De Deucht en wijsheyts glans sijn beyt,
Ten coor van haer gedacht gesteegen
Die alles na de maet eerst weegen,
't Geen uyt haer Lieve lipjes scheyt.
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