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We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow,

And are dead in an hour.

The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,

A little before it is day,

God bless you all, both great and small,

And send you a joyful May.

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... And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte,ssss1

On bokės for to rede I me delyte,

And to hem yevessss1 I feyth and ful credènce,

And in myn herte have hem in reverence

So hertėley, that there is gamė noon

That fro my bokės maketh me to goon,

But hit be seldom on the holyday,

Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May

Is comen, and that I here the foulėsssss1 singe

And that the flourės ginnen for to springe,—

Farewel my boke, and my devocioun!

Now have I than swichssss1 a condicioun,

That, of alle the flourės in the mede,

Than love I most these flourės whyte and rede,

Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun.

To hem have I so greet affeccioun,

As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May,

That in my bed ther daweth me no day,

That I nam up, and walking in the mede,