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Everye white will have its blacke,
And everye sweet its soure.

— Thomas Percy

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He that had neither beene kithe nor kin,
Might have seene a full fayre sight.

He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wold-a.

He that would not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe,
It grieves me sair to see thee weipe.

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