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A kingly crown I do not wish,
But Saint John's head, she said. Wherefore, all bleeding in a dish,
Before me be it laid. Which was the thing she of the king
Desired with right good will, Whose death was wrought, and to her brought:
Such minds have strumpets still.
Thus wine and women, we do see,
Men's minds to folly win ; For Herod did too soon agree,
And gave consent to sin. Then on this day, as Scriptures say,
Saint John did lose his head, Whilst she did sing before the king,
As he at table fed.
> Then let us all by him take heed
Of riots and excess, For fear that soon to us it bring
As great a wickedness. And let us sport in civil sort,
Content each merry mind; So shall we all in the good hall
Much joy and comfort find. |
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