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    Lord who createdest man in wealth and store
    Thought foofishly he lost the same
    Decaying more and more and more

    Till he became most poore with thee
    O let me rise as larks harmonisiously

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    And sing this day thy victoris
    Then shall the fall furter, now!

    My tender age in sorrows did beginne
    And still with sickness and shame
    Thou didst so punish sinne

    That I became most thinne with thee
    O let me combine
    And fell this day thy victorie

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