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She is so proper and so pure,

Full stedfast, stabill and demure,

There is none such, ye may be sure,

As my swete sweting.

In all thys world, as thynketh me,

Is none so plesaunt to my e'e,

That I am glad soo ofte to see,

As my swete swetyng.

When I behold my swetyng swete,

Her face, her hands, her minion fete,

They seme to me there is none so mete,

As my swete swetyng.

Above all other prayse must I,

And love my pretty pygsnye,

For none I fynd so womanly

As my swete swetyng.

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