She has many lovely looks,
Such looks only Queen’s Beuty could.
She told him stories to delight his ears,
She showered him Favour to allure his eyes,
To win his heart; she touched him here and there,
Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
Alas! He killed all the fantasy she had on his head,
He rose and ray away, ah fool forward.
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