Maar nu ben ick certeyn
Self vande liefd' doortreft
Om dy Adonis cleyn
Die u te seer verheft
Waarom was de Natuyr
Adonis u soo milt
Dat ick aldus befuur
Tegen Cupidos schilt.
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