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"Joan", quoth John, "when will that be?
Tell me, when wilt thou marry me?
My cow and eke my calf and rent,
My land and all my tenement.
Say, Joan, say, Joan, what wilt thou do?
I cannot come every to woo.
"John", quoth Joan, "`is there such haste?
Look ere you leap, lest you make waste.
If haste you have with me to wed,
more belongs to a bride`s bed.
Wherefore thus must you do:
Day and night come every hour to woo.
"John, if you will needs me have,
this is that which I do crave:
To let me have my will in all,
And then with thee I`ll never brawl.
Say, John, shall this be so?
Then you need not come every hour to woo.
