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9. [Quha is perfyte to put in wryt.]
Quha is perfyte / to put in wryt
The inwart murnyng & mischance;
Or to indyte / þe grit delyte
Of lustie lufis obscherwance?
Bot he þat may certane / paciently suffir pane /
To wyn his souerane / in recompance.
The inwart murnyng & mischance;
Or to indyte / þe grit delyte
Of lustie lufis obscherwance?
Bot he þat may certane / paciently suffir pane /
To wyn his souerane / in recompance.
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Albeid I knaw / of luvis law
The plesour & the panis smart;
Ȝit I stand aw / for to furthschaw
The quyet secreitis of my harte:
For it may fortoun raith / to do hir body skaith /
Quhilk wait þat of þame baith / I am expert.
The plesour & the panis smart;
Ȝit I stand aw / for to furthschaw
The quyet secreitis of my harte:
For it may fortoun raith / to do hir body skaith /
Quhilk wait þat of þame baith / I am expert.
S[c]ho wait my wo / that is ago,
Scho wait my weilfair and remeid,
Scho wait also / I lufe no mo
Bot hir the well of womanheid:
Scho wait withouttin faill / I am hir luvar laill /
Scho hes my hairt alhaill / till I be deid.
Scho wait my weilfair and remeid,
Scho wait also / I lufe no mo
Bot hir the well of womanheid:
Scho wait withouttin faill / I am hir luvar laill /
Scho hes my hairt alhaill / till I be deid.
That bird of bliss / in bewty is,
In erd þe only a per se,
Quhais mowth to kiss / is worth, I wiss,
The warld full of gold to me:
Is nocht in erd I cure, / bot pleiss my lady pure /
Syne be hir scheruiture / vnto I de.
In erd þe only a per se,
Quhais mowth to kiss / is worth, I wiss,
The warld full of gold to me:
Is nocht in erd I cure, / bot pleiss my lady pure /
Syne be hir scheruiture / vnto I de.
Scho hes my lufe / at hir behufe;
My hairt is subiect, bound, & thrall;
For scho dois moif / my hairt aboif,
To se hir proper persoun small:
Sen scho is wrocht at will / that natur may fulfill /
Glaidly I gif hir till / body and all.
My hairt is subiect, bound, & thrall;
For scho dois moif / my hairt aboif,
To se hir proper persoun small:
Sen scho is wrocht at will / that natur may fulfill /
Glaidly I gif hir till / body and all.
Thair is nocht wie / can estimie
My sorrow and my sichingis sair;
For I am so / done fathfullie
In fawouris with my lady fair,
That baith our hartis ar ane / luknyt in luvis chene /
And evirilk greif is gane / for evir mair.
My sorrow and my sichingis sair;
For I am so / done fathfullie
In fawouris with my lady fair,
That baith our hartis ar ane / luknyt in luvis chene /
And evirilk greif is gane / for evir mair.
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