Gheen blijuende plaetse.
Cupido in gheen stoel, of plaets en kan gheblijuen,
Hy rust oock nimmermeer, yet nieus hy haest versint,
Tot dienst, tot nut, en lust van haer die hy bemint.
De wack're Liefd altijdt die moet wat goedts bedrijuen.
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