Syn the fortune felle þat faire into honde,
Þat was cumly and clene and a kinges doughter,
Þou shuld have holdyn þat hynd, had hir þi-selfe,
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Weddit with worship and to wife holdyn.
And þou so doggetly has done in þi derfe hate,
Þrast hir vnder þraldam with þi þro hert,
To a kyng þat is curst, of vnclene lyfe,
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ffor to lede in his lechery all his lyfe after.
Thurgh vnhappe of þat hynde, þat þou a hore mase,
Myche greuaunce shall groo & a gronnd hate;
Wer wakyn & wo for þi wickede dede,
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Mony boldes for þat bright in batell be kylde.
When the toune was ouertyrnyt, takyn þe godys,
Þe Grekes to þe gray water gyrdyn belyue;
Shottyn into shippes all þe shene godis,
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Launchet furthe lightly & the lond passit,
Girdon ouer the grym waghes into grece samyn.
All þere lordes were light þat þai lyffe hade,
ffayne of þere fortune & þere fine relikes,
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Didyn sacrifice solempne vnto sere goddes.
All þere Rewmes wax riche, hade relikes ynowe,
And long tyme with hom last & þere lefe children.
When the Cité was sesit, as I said ere,
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And Lamydon the lege kyng out of lyfe broght,
Wemyn & wale children vnto wo put,
Set vnder seruage, sorow for euer,
The kynges doughter caght & out of kythe led,
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And in horedam holdyn, harme was þe more.
Se now the sorow þat þere suet after;
And yche wegh þat is wise & of wit stable,
Light harmes Let ouer-passe, Lap noght in yre [folio 24b]
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ffor foly þat may falle of a felle hert.
A PROUERBE.
A word þat is wrappid, and in wrath holdyn,
