Hare

MW But to make vp my tale,She breweth noppy ale,And maketh therof port saleTo trauellars, to tynkers,To sweters, to swynkers,And all good ale drynkers,That wyll nothynge spare,But drynke tyll they stareAnd brynge themselfe bare,With, Now away the mare, And let…

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Pasch

O taskOf sacrifice,That we may baskIn clemency and keep an undreamt Pasch!O Treader lone,How pitiful Thy shadow thrownAthwart the lake of wine that Thou hast made!O Thou, most desolate, with limbs that wadeAmong the berries, dark and wet,Thee we forget!…

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