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CLXXV
[What wolde ye mor of me, your slav, Requyere]
What wolde ye mor of me, your slav, Requyere
Then ffor to aske and haue that ye desyre?
Yet I Remaygne without recure.
I you insuere ther ys no ffaythffull harte
That without cause causles that sufferth smart.
Then ffor to aske and haue that ye desyre?
Yet I Remaygne without recure.
I you insuere ther ys no ffaythffull harte
That without cause causles that sufferth smart.
You haue the joy, and I haue all the payne;
Yours the pleasore and I in woo Remaygne.
Alas! and why do ye me blame?
Yt ys no gam, thus to destroye my hart,
Nor without cause thus to cause yt smart.
Yours the pleasore and I in woo Remaygne.
Alas! and why do ye me blame?
Yt ys no gam, thus to destroye my hart,
Nor without cause thus to cause yt smart.
I haue Assayed in all that euer I myght
You ffor to please, ffor that was my delyght.
All could not serue: ye lyst not see,
But crewelly hathe vndone my pore hart,
And without cause dothe cause yt suffer smart.
You ffor to please, ffor that was my delyght.
All could not serue: ye lyst not see,
But crewelly hathe vndone my pore hart,
And without cause dothe cause yt suffer smart.
Ye mak a play at all my woo and greffe,
And yet Alas! Amonge all my myscheffe
Nothyng at all that ye regard,
Nor wyll Reward a ffaythfful menyng hart,
But thus causles to cause yt suffer smart.
And yet Alas! Amonge all my myscheffe
Nothyng at all that ye regard,
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But thus causles to cause yt suffer smart.
If that ye lyst my paynffull dethe to see
Ye ned no more but vse this creweltye;
Ffor shorter dethe cannot be ffownd
Then without grownd by force of crewell hart
Causeles by cause to cause me suffer smart.
Ye ned no more but vse this creweltye;
Ffor shorter dethe cannot be ffownd
Then without grownd by force of crewell hart
Causeles by cause to cause me suffer smart.
A Deue! ffarwell! I ffell my joyes destresse.
Ffled ys my welthe, my tormentis dothe encres.
Thus haue I woone ffor all my hyere
To brynne in ffyer sweltyng my woffull hart,
That without cause causles thus suffreth smart.
Ffled ys my welthe, my tormentis dothe encres.
Thus haue I woone ffor all my hyere
To brynne in ffyer sweltyng my woffull hart,
That without cause causles thus suffreth smart.
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