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170. Fortune, Be My Friend Again
A! mercy, fortune, haue pitee on me,
And thynke that þu hast done gretely amysse
To parte asondre them whiche ought to be
Alwey in on; why hast þu doo thus?
Haue I offendyd the? I, nay ywysse!
Then torne thy whele and be my frende agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
And thynke that þu hast done gretely amysse
To parte asondre them whiche ought to be
Alwey in on; why hast þu doo thus?
Haue I offendyd the? I, nay ywysse!
Then torne thy whele and be my frende agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
And thynke what sorowe is the departyng
Of ij. trewe hertis louyng feithfully,
ffor partyng is the most soroughfull thynge,
To myn entent, that euer yet knewe I.
Therfore, I pray to the Right hertely
To turne thy whele & be my frende agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
Of ij. trewe hertis louyng feithfully,
ffor partyng is the most soroughfull thynge,
To myn entent, that euer yet knewe I.
Therfore, I pray to the Right hertely
To turne thy whele & be my frende agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
ffor tyll we mete, I dare wel say for trouth
That I shall neuer be in ease of herte.
Wherfor, I pray you to haue of me sume Routh,
And release me of all my paynes smerte,
Now sith þu woste hit is nat my deserte.
Then torne thy whele and be my frynde agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
That I shall neuer be in ease of herte.
Wherfor, I pray you to haue of me sume Routh,
And release me of all my paynes smerte,
Now sith þu woste hit is nat my deserte.
Then torne thy whele and be my frynde agayn,
And sende me Ioy where I am nowe in payn.
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