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9 A WAYLE WHYT ASE WHALLES BON
A wayle whyt ase whalles bon,
a grein in golde þat godly shon,
a tortle þat min herte is on,
in tounes trewe;
hire gladshipe nes neuer gon,
whil y may glewe.
a grein in golde þat godly shon,
a tortle þat min herte is on,
in tounes trewe;
hire gladshipe nes neuer gon,
whil y may glewe.
When heo is glad,
of al þis world namore y bad
þen beo wiþ hire myn one bistad,
wiþoute strif;
þe care þat icham yn ybrad
y wyte a wyf.
of al þis world namore y bad
þen beo wiþ hire myn one bistad,
wiþoute strif;
þe care þat icham yn ybrad
y wyte a wyf.
A wyf nis non so worly wroht;
when heo ys blyþe to bedde ybroht,
wel were him þat wiste hire þoht,
þat þryuen ant þro.
Wel y wot heo nul me noht;
myn herte is wo.
when heo ys blyþe to bedde ybroht,
wel were him þat wiste hire þoht,
þat þryuen ant þro.
Wel y wot heo nul me noht;
myn herte is wo.
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Hou shal þat lefly syng
þat þus is marred in mournyng?
Heo me wol to deþe bryng
longe er my day.
Gret hire wel, þat swete þing
wiþ eȝen gray.
þat þus is marred in mournyng?
Heo me wol to deþe bryng
longe er my day.
Gret hire wel, þat swete þing
wiþ eȝen gray.
Hyre heȝe haueþ wounded me ywisse,
hire bende browen, þat bringeþ blisse;
hire comely mouth þat mihte cusse
in muche murþe he were;
y wolde chaunge myn for his
þat is here fere.
hire bende browen, þat bringeþ blisse;
hire comely mouth þat mihte cusse
in muche murþe he were;
y wolde chaunge myn for his
þat is here fere.
Wolde hyre fere beo so freo
ant wurþes were þat so myhte beo,
al for on y wolde ȝeue þreo,
wiþoute chep.
From helle to heuene ant sonne to séé
nys non se ȝéép
ne half so freo.
Whose wole of loue be trewe, do lystne me.
ant wurþes were þat so myhte beo,
al for on y wolde ȝeue þreo,
wiþoute chep.
From helle to heuene ant sonne to séé
nys non se ȝéép
ne half so freo.
Whose wole of loue be trewe, do lystne me.
Herkneþ me, y ou telle,
in such wondryng for wo y welle,
nys no fur so hot in helle
al to mon
þat loueþ derne ant dar nout telle
whet him ys on.
in such wondryng for wo y welle,
nys no fur so hot in helle
al to mon
þat loueþ derne ant dar nout telle
whet him ys on.
Ich vnne hire wel ant heo me wo;
ycham hire frend ant heo my fo;
me þuncheþ min herte wol breke atwo
for sorowe ant syke.
In Godes greting mote heo go,
þat wayle whyte.
ycham hire frend ant heo my fo;
me þuncheþ min herte wol breke atwo
for sorowe ant syke.
In Godes greting mote heo go,
þat wayle whyte.
Ich wolde ich were a þrestelcok,
a bountyng oþer a lauercok,
swete bryd!
Bituene hire curtel ant hire smok
y wolde ben hyd.
a bountyng oþer a lauercok,
swete bryd!
Bituene hire curtel ant hire smok
y wolde ben hyd.
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