Waerom en wildy, o Priester, t'veyl niet aenruren?
En waerom schoudy den gheknobbelden rinck?
D'aenlockende Venus vliedt, Priester, t'allen uren,
En houdt v hert vry en onschuldich van alle dinck.
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