(4)
¶ Fro me, to þy sone, my soule is flet;
Ful ofte þy sone in me here souȝte;
Now here loue to hym so fast is knete,
Away fro hym wol sche nouȝt.
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She semes dronken, or out of wit; [folio 120b]
Of myn euelfare she has no þouȝt.
Þat sorwe is so in myn herte hit,
I trowe to deþe y mon be brouȝt.
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(5)
¶ Sum-tyme my soule was mylde
To my biddyng, in hoot and colde,
Synge, or playe, or chambres bylde,
Chef seruaunt of myn housholde.
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Now Ihesu haþ made here made and wylde;
ffro hym, departe neuere she nolde.
She setteþ on hym riȝt as a childe;
Aȝens me she bereþ here bolde.
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(6)
¶ Whan I of here counseil craue,
Of fleschly lustes to haue my wille,
She calleþ me wod, and seyþ y raue;
She will neuere graunte þertille.
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She biddeþ me haue mynde of my graue,
Rule me in resoun and skille.
I was mayster, now am y knaue;
In that stat, brynge me she wille.
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(7)
¶ Wolde y be proud, she biddeþ be meke;
Wolde y be gloton, she biddeþ me faste;
Þere y wolde take, she biddes me eke;
Wolde y be lyther, she biddis be chaste;
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Ȝif y fyȝte, she biddes ley forþ my cheke;
Þere y am slow, she biddis be haste;
Here answere is not to seke;
To speke to here, my wynde y waste.
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