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Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye / Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie May, / Ye shraddy boscage of ye woods ben full of birds that syng / Right merrilie a madrigal unto ye waking spring, / Ye whiles that when ye face of earth ben washed and wiped ycleane / Her peeping posies blink and stare like they had ben her een;
Then, wit ye well, ye harte of man ben turned to thoughts of love, / And, tho' it ben a lyon erst, it now ben like a dove! / And many a goodly damosel in innocence beguiles / Her owne trewe love with sweet discourse and divers plaisaunt wiles. / In soche a time ye noblesse liege that ben Kyng Arthure hight / Let cry a joust and tournament for evereche errant knyght, / And, lo! from distant Joyous-garde and eche adjacent spot / A company of noblesse lords fared unto Camelot, / Wherein were mighty feastings and passing merrie cheere, / And eke a deale of dismal dole, as you shall quickly heare.