Seven Letter Post Office X 3 Redux

Oft have I thought, with gentle memory untarnished, how often thou would'st innocently disport thyself and game with me in days past, my lord!

Our disports bro't me no want of pleasure, Lady Faire, 'tis true, but eftsoons I tripped o'er reality, what affords far too lit'l' pleasure, and th' game becayme an ache.
 
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Our disports bro't me no want of pleasure, Lady Faire, 'tis true, but eftsoons I tripped o'er reality, what affords far too lit'l' pleasure, and th' game becayme an ache.

And one is but trapped by the problems, betimes.
 
Yet starvéd of late of thy company have I become of late, good sir, grant me, I beg, boon of thy fellowship once more!

Thou deserve far better company than my thin gruel, m'Lady, but who am I to deny such request from thy unattainable perfection?
 
Thou deserve far better company than my thin gruel, m'Lady, but who am I to deny such request from thy unattainable perfection?

Reserve thy judgement, sir, for I do find thy company more than passing pleasant, certes thou art all in courtliness a damsel should require
 
Reserve thy judgement, sir, for I do find thy company more than passing pleasant, certes thou art all in courtliness a damsel should require

Thy beauty be grist for the best opera of versers, dear Lady, whilst mine mien and station inspire aught but boredom, hence mine reluctance to take thee seriously.
 
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