Charles D'Orléans

Against the Coming of May

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Agains the coming of May
That is ful of lustyness,
Let us leve al hevynesse, leave
As fer as we can or may.

Now is the time of mirth and play;
Winter with his idelness
Is discomfit, as I guess, defeated
And redy to flee away.
Agains the coming &c.

Wherfore, ladies, I you pray
That ye take in you gladness
And do all your business
To be mery night and day.
Agains the coming &c.

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