Altijt euen schoon.
Bemindt niet, soo men acht de schoone blomkens cierigh,
Die soo langh sy zijn versch men maer in eeren houdt:
Is v liefs ieught verslenst, is sy iongh oft oudt,
Hoe 'tsy, versmaetse niet, maer toont v euen vierigh.
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