Gheenen arbeyt swaer.
De Liefd' alleen sich schaemt van yet arbeyt te achten,
Hoe swaer den last oock zy, de quellingh' is hem rust,
Ghelijck men vist, of iaeght, of yet soeckt om sijn lust.
De hoop' van 'tvanghen doet des arbeyts pijn versachten.
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