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A Ratte's Tale
by Nonie Rider
A Ratte ther was, a fallen traytour knighte,
Who was inne leathern doublet well bedighte,
A knyffe held hidde within, a smyle withoute;
A handsomm evyl knave withouten doubte.
And yet love gnawed him like a ratte hys preye,
And made him wake by nicht and mourne by daye.
For so hadde Cupid prycked him with his darte
That on a lovely Foxe he sette his herte,
And yet the Foxe's father he hadde slain,
Whyche made much sorrowe fall between them twain...
nonie@avalon.net
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