Far wel my lyf and al my Iolynesse
Allas why playnen folk so in comune
Of purueance of god or of fortune
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That ȝeueth him ful ofte in many a gyse [folio 17b]
wel better þan þei can hemself deuyse
SOm man desireþ for to haue richesse
That cause is of his morthre/ or gret seeknesse
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And som man wolde out of his prisoun fayn
That in his hous is of his mayne slayn
Infinite harmes ben in þis mateere
we wote neuere what þing we preyen heere
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we faren as he þat dronke is as a mows
A dronke man wot wel he haþ an hous
But he not nat which þe righte wey is þider
And to a dronke man þe wey is slider
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And certes in þis world so faren we
we seeken faste after felicite
But we gon wrong ful ofte trewely
Thus may we seyen alle and namely I
Line 1268
That wende haue had a gret opinioun
That ȝif I mighte skape fro prisoun
Than had I be in ioye and parfyt hele
Ther now I am exiled fro my wele /
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Syn þat I may not se ȝow Emelye
I nam but deed ther nys no remedye
Vppon þat oþer syde Palomon
whan he wiste þat arcite was agoon
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Such sorwe makeþ þat þe grete tour
Resowneth of his grete ȝollyng and clamour
The pure feteres of his schynes grete
weren of his bitter salte teres wete
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Allas quod he arcita cosyn myn
Of al oure strif god woot þe fruyt is þin
Thow walkest now in Thebes at þi large/
And of my woo þou ȝeuest litel charge/
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Thou maiste seen þou hast wysdom and manhede
