'k Wil u tijt noch mate fetten,
Want de Minne acht geen wetten,
Maar, gold my de Wagen-vracht,
Ik en sou niet lange beyden
Om de Bruyt na Bed' te leyden,
Ende seggen goeden nacht.
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