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XVI. [TO THE SAME.]
If I must begge, it sall be far fra hame;If I must want, it is aganis my will;
I haif a stomok, thoght I hold me still,
To suffer smart, bot not to suffer shame.
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Sho may my corps, bot not my curage kill:
My hope is high, houbeit my hap be ill,
And kittle aneugh, and clau me on the kame.
Wes Bishop Betoun bot restord agane,
To my ruin reserving all the rest,
To recompence my prisoning and pane!
The worst is ill, if this be bot the best.
Is this the frute, Sir, of your first affectione,
My pensioun perish vnder your protectione?
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