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Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,

Who ne in Virtue's ways did take delight;

But spent his days in riot most uncouth,

And vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of Night.

Ah me! in sooth he was a shameless wight,

Sore given to revel and ungodly glee;n Few earthly things found favour in his sighto Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.21