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A Refusall.
Syth
Fortune fauoures not,
and al thynges backward go,
And sith your mynd hath so decreed,
to make an end of woe.
Syth now is no redresse,
but hence I must a way,
Farewell I wast no vayner wordes,
I Hope for better day.
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