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[Now must I lerne to lyue at rest]
Now must I lerne to lyue at rest
And weyne me of my wyll,
Ffor I repent where I was prest
My fansy to ffullfyll.
And weyne me of my wyll,
Ffor I repent where I was prest
My fansy to ffullfyll.
I may no lenger more endure
My wontyd lyf to lede,
But I must lerne to put in vre
The change of womanhede.
My wontyd lyf to lede,
But I must lerne to put in vre
The change of womanhede.
I may not se my seruys long
Rewardyd in suche wyse,
Nor I may not sustayne suche wrong
That ye my loue dyspyce.
Rewardyd in suche wyse,
Nor I may not sustayne suche wrong
That ye my loue dyspyce.
I may not syghe in sorows depe,
Nor wayle the wante of loue
Nor I may nother cruche nor crepe,
Where hyt dothe not behoue.
Nor wayle the wante of loue
Nor I may nother cruche nor crepe,
Where hyt dothe not behoue.
But I of force must nedes forsake
My faythe so fondly sett
And frome henceforthe must vndertake
Suche foly to fforgett.
My faythe so fondly sett
And frome henceforthe must vndertake
Suche foly to fforgett.
Now must I seke some otherways
My self for to withsaue,
And as I trust by myne assays
Some Remedy to haue.
My self for to withsaue,
And as I trust by myne assays
Some Remedy to haue.
I aske none other Remedy
To recompence my wrong,
But ones to haue the lyberty
That I haue lakt so long.
To recompence my wrong,
But ones to haue the lyberty
That I haue lakt so long.
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