The wordes wer swich as ye may heer finde,
The nexte vers, as I now have in minde.
Qui bien aime a tard oublie.
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'Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe,
That hast this wintres weders over-shake,
And driven awey the longe nightes blake!
Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte;—
Thus singen smale foules for thy sake—
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