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I fallowe her that fleithe far from me,
and flie from her that wald me maist content;
I leave the land to sayle on sands and see;
I lothe the fruit, and feids vpon the sent;
I thrystie am, yet from the wells I went;
I may reape ioy, yet do I sorrow seike;
I suit for grace, and will na w[a]yes relent;
I mercyie move, and yet I am not meike;
I speache requyre, and yet I will not speike;
In flamms consumd, I am bothe frost and yce;
I wishe my woes empaird, I others eike,
and profferd love I had of litill pryce;
I seike redresss, and will not giue releife;
gaynde love I lothe, vngaynd I seik with greife.
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