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The lively lark stretched forth her wing The messenger of Morning bright; And with her cheerful voice did sing The Day's approach, discharging Night; When that Aurora blushing red, Descried the guilt of Thetis' bed. Laradon tan tan, Tedriton teight

I went abroad to take the air, And in the meads I met a knight, Clad in carnation colour fair; I did salute this gentle wight: Of him I did his name inquire, He sighed and said it was Desire. Laradon tan tan, Tedriton teight

Desire I did desire to stay; And while with him I cravèd talk, The courteous knight said me no nay, But hand in hand with me did walk; Then of Desire I ask'd again, What things did please and what did pain. Laradon tan tan

He smiled and thus he answered then: Desire can have no greater pain, Than for to see another man, The things desired to attain; Nor greater joy can be than this: That to enjoy that others miss. Laridon tan tan