Menckt ghy u liepkens roode
Aan mijnen bleecken mondt
Van dese quale snoode
Werd' ick dan voort gesondt
Oft my alleene jondt
Te wesen uwen boode
End' suyvert mijne wondt
Eer my Cupido doode.
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