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- # NONPROVISION
Good night, good rest, ah neither be my share,
ah bad good night, that kept my rest away,
And dass me to a cabben hangde with care:
To deicate on the doubts of my decay.
Farewell (quoth the) and come againe to morrow
Fare well I could not, for I kept with sorrow.
Yet at my parting sweetly did the smile,
In scorne or friendship, nill I confer whether
I may be the joyd to react at my exile,
I may be againe, to make me wander thither,
Wander (a word) for shadowe like my wife,
As take the pame but cannot pluck the peke.
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