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My hide unto the tanners then I would freely give,

My body to the hound dogs, I would rather die than live,

Likewise my poor old bones that have carried you many a mile,

Over hedges, ditches, brooks, bridges, likewise gates and stiles.

Poor old horse: poor old horse.

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Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho!

Thus doth Messalina go

Up and down the house a-crying,

For her monkey lies a-dying.

Death, thou art too cruel

To bereave her of her jewel,

Or to make a seizure

Of her only treasure.

If her monkey die,

She will sit and cry,

Fie fie fie fie fie!

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Once musing as I sat,

And candle burning by,

When all were hushed, I might discern

A simple, sely fly;

That flew before mine eyes,

With free rejoicing heart,

And here and there with wings did play,

As void of pain and smart.

Sometime by me she sat

When she had played her fill;

And ever when she rested had

About she fluttered still.

When I perceived her well

Rejoicing in her place,

"O happy fly!" (quoth I), and eke