Elles miht men boldly bi me say
Daunger mad vnskilfuly.
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Hose beþenkeþ him, I-wis,
Of ȝor gret goodnesse and ȝor grace,
He scholde neuer wilne to don amis,
Ne luste to loue in oþer place.
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In hope to seo ȝor blessed face,
And dwelle wiþ ȝou at myn endynge,
And haue relese of alle trespace,
Ladi, þauȝ I mourne I synge.
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(5)
Lentun-dayes, þei ben longe,
And nou weor good tyme to amende
Þat we be-foren han do wronge;
Þis world nis noþing, as I wende.
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In sori tyme my lyf Isspend;
Þis world is fals, and þat I feel;
But Marie Moder me amende,
A-Mis I fare, and noþing wel.
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But þat swete worþli wyf,
Hire goodly loue þat I may gete,
Al my Ioye wol turne to strif,
And I may syke with wonges wete:
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Whon þat I þenke on þat swete,
Me þinkeþ hit is so good a þouȝt,
I sey to eueri mon þat I meete
"Gode, go wey, and let me nouȝt!"
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(7)
Loue me haþ in Bales brouȝt,
ffor on such þat I suppose,
Þat is so studefast in hire þouȝt,
Þat couþe neuere gabbe ne glose.
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Hose hire loueþ, he schal not lose,
ffor ȝit be-giled heo neuer no wiht.
I likne þat ladi to þe Rose:
I-blessed beo þat buirde briht!
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