|Title|| Upon a Summers Day|
My dearest deare adue, since that I needs must goe
fortunes to pursue against some Forraine Foe
Being that it is so, I
pray thee patient be
and doe no kilt thy Coat, to goe along with
Alas my dearest heart, if that thou leave me
Death kills me with his dart, as plainly may appear
sorrow griefe and smart will quickly make me dye
Therefore lie kilt
my Coat, and goe along with thee
--Pepys, Ballads, I,296
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