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[‘A Robyn]
‘A Robyn
Joly Robyn
Tell me how thy leman doeth
And thou shall knowe of myn.’
Joly Robyn
Tell me how thy leman doeth
And thou shall knowe of myn.’
‘My lady is vnkynd, perde!’
‘Alack, whi is she so?’
‘She loveth an othre better than me,
And yet she will say no.’
‘Alack, whi is she so?’
‘She loveth an othre better than me,
And yet she will say no.’
Responce
I fynde no suche doublenes,I fynde women true.
My lady loveth me dowtles,
And will chaunge for no newe.
Le plaintif
Thou art happy while that doeth last,But I say as I fynde,
That womens love is but a blast
And torneth like the wynde.
Responce
Yf that be trew yett as thou saystThat women turn their hart,
Then spek better of them thou mayst
In hope to hau thy partt.
Le plaintif
Suche folkes shall take no harme by loveThat can abide their torne,
But I alas can no way prove
In love but lake and morne.
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Responce
But if thou wilt avoyde thy harmeLerne this lessen of me,
At othre fires thy self to warme
And let theim warme with the.
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