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XXXIX. [HE BIDS ADEU TO HIS MAISTRES.]
Adeu, O desie of delyt;
Adeu, most plesand and perfyt;
Adeu, and haif gude nicht:
Adeu, thou lustiest on lyve;
Adeu, suete thing superlatyve;
Adeu, my lamp of licht!
Lyk as the lyssard does indeid
Leiv by the manis face,
Thy beutie lykuyse suld me feid,
If we had tyme and space.
Adeu nou; be treu nou,
Sen that we must depairt.
Forȝet not, and set not
At licht my constant hairt.
Adeu, most plesand and perfyt;
Adeu, and haif gude nicht:
Adeu, thou lustiest on lyve;
Adeu, suete thing superlatyve;
Adeu, my lamp of licht!
Lyk as the lyssard does indeid
Leiv by the manis face,
Thy beutie lykuyse suld me feid,
If we had tyme and space.
Adeu nou; be treu nou,
Sen that we must depairt.
Forȝet not, and set not
At licht my constant hairt.
Albeit my body be absent,
My faithfull hairt is vigilent
To do ȝou service true;
Bot, vhen I hant into the place
Quhair I wes wont to sie that face,
My dolour does reneu.
Then all my plesur is bot pane,
My cairis they do incres;
Vntill I sie your face agane,
I live in hevynes.
Sair weeping, but sleeping,
The nichts I ouerdryve;
Quhylis murning, vhylis turning,
With thoghtis pensityve.
My faithfull hairt is vigilent
To do ȝou service true;
Bot, vhen I hant into the place
Quhair I wes wont to sie that face,
My dolour does reneu.
Then all my plesur is bot pane,
My cairis they do incres;
Vntill I sie your face agane,
I live in hevynes.
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The nichts I ouerdryve;
Quhylis murning, vhylis turning,
With thoghtis pensityve.
Somtym Good Hope did me comfort,
Saying, the tym suld be bot short
Of absence to endure.
Then Curage quickins so my spreit,
Quhen I think on my lady sueet,
I hald my service sure.
I can not plaint of my estait,
I thank the gods above;
For I am first in hir consait,
Quhom both I serve and love.
Hir freindis ay weindis
To caus hir to revok;
Sho bydis, and slydis
No more then does a rok.
Saying, the tym suld be bot short
Of absence to endure.
Then Curage quickins so my spreit,
Quhen I think on my lady sueet,
I hald my service sure.
I can not plaint of my estait,
I thank the gods above;
For I am first in hir consait,
Quhom both I serve and love.
Hir freindis ay weindis
To caus hir to revok;
Sho bydis, and slydis
No more then does a rok.
O lady, for thy constancie,
A faithfull servand sall I be,
Thyn honour to defend;
And I sall surelie, for thy saik,
As doth the turtle for her maik,
Love to my lyfis end.
No pene nor travell, feir nor dreid,
Sall caus me to desist.
Then, ay vhen ȝe this letter reid,
Remember hou we kist;
Embracing, with lacing,
With others teiris sueet.
Sik blissing in kissing
I quyt till we tua meit.
A faithfull servand sall I be,
Thyn honour to defend;
And I sall surelie, for thy saik,
As doth the turtle for her maik,
Love to my lyfis end.
No pene nor travell, feir nor dreid,
Sall caus me to desist.
Then, ay vhen ȝe this letter reid,
Remember hou we kist;
Embracing, with lacing,
With others teiris sueet.
Sik blissing in kissing
I quyt till we tua meit.
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