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and youth cannot live together :
Youth is nimble, age is lame ;
For methinks thou stay’st too long.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
And as goods lost are seld or never found,
So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost,
Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share :
Farewell,' quoth she, “and come again to-morrow :
Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
may be, again to make me wander thither :
Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, 5
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark ; For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, And drives
dark dreaming night ; The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty ; Heart hath his hope and eyes their wished sight ;
Sorrow changed to solace and solace mix'd with sorrow;
For why, she sigh’d, and bade me come to-morrow.
Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow;
It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
Her fancy fell a-turning.
Unto the silly damsel ! But one must be refused ; more mickle was the pain That nothing could be used to turn them both to gain, 10 For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain :
Alas, she could not help it ! Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away : Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay : 15
For now my song is ended.