Dichter op het stadsplan XLIX: Thomas Morusplein

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Ballad

Long was I, Lady Luck, your serving-man,
     And now have lost again all that I gat;
When, therefore, I think of you now and then,
     And in my mind remember this and that,
     Ye may not blame me, though I shrew your cat;
In faith I bless you, and a thousand times,
For lending me some leisure to make rhymes.

Thomas Morus (= Sir Thomas Moore, 1478-1535)