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[MY LADYIS PULCRITUD.] |
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II. [MY LADYIS PULCRITUD.]
My ladyis pulcritud
Hes me so plonged in paine
That, mard in mynd and muid,
Mirthles I man remaine;
Vnles that fluid
Of graces gud,
Be mansuetud,
My rest restoir againe.
Hes me so plonged in paine
That, mard in mynd and muid,
Mirthles I man remaine;
Vnles that fluid
Of graces gud,
Be mansuetud,
My rest restoir againe.
Blind boy! thou dois so beir
My fortoun in ballance,
I flow from houp to feir,
From feir till esperance:
Now thair, now heir,
Now peace, now weir,
Chainging my cheir,
As chaingis ay my chance.
My fortoun in ballance,
I flow from houp to feir,
From feir till esperance:
Now thair, now heir,
Now peace, now weir,
Chainging my cheir,
As chaingis ay my chance.
As in ye wind I wie,
Ay wavering with the wechtis,
Feir wald force faith to flie,
And faith with fortoun fechtis;
And yis ȝe se
Is my degrie,
Now low, now hie,
As houp gud hap me hechtis.
Ay wavering with the wechtis,
Feir wald force faith to flie,
And faith with fortoun fechtis;
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Is my degrie,
Now low, now hie,
As houp gud hap me hechtis.
Ȝit houp hings be ane hair,
Houping aganis all houp;
Albeit from cair to cair
Thou catche my hairt in coup;
Ȝit mair and mair
I lyik thy lair,
And for no sair
Nor sorrow can I soup.
Houping aganis all houp;
Albeit from cair to cair
Thou catche my hairt in coup;
Ȝit mair and mair
I lyik thy lair,
And for no sair
Nor sorrow can I soup.
And hap I apprehend,
Be houp, I wait not how,
And pertlie I pretend
And preis agains the prow;
And ay intend
That way to wend,
And in the end
For to attein I trow.
Be houp, I wait not how,
And pertlie I pretend
And preis agains the prow;
And ay intend
That way to wend,
And in the end
For to attein I trow.
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