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28. [Lo! quhat it is to luve.]

Lo! quhat it is to lufe,
Lerne ȝe that list to prufe,
Be me, I say, / that no ways may
The grund of greif remvfe;
Bot still decay, / both nycht and day:
Lo quhat it is to lufe.
Lufe is ane fervent fyre,
Kendillit without desyre;

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Schort plesour, lang displesour,
Repentence is the hyre;
Ane pure tressour, / without mesour;
Lufe is ane fervent fyre.
To lufe and to be wyiss,
To rege with gud adwyiss;
Now thus, now than, / so gois the game,
Incertane as the dyiss:
Thair is no man, / I say, that can,
Both lufe and to be wyiss.
Fle alwayis frome þe snair,
Lerne at me to be ware;
It is ane pane / and dowbill trane
Of endles wo and cair:
For to refrane / that denger plane,
Fle alwayis frome þe snair.