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LXIX
[I have sought long with stedfastnes]
I have sought long with stedfastnes
To have had som ease of my great smert,
But nought availleth faithfulnes
To grave within your stony hert.
To have had som ease of my great smert,
But nought availleth faithfulnes
To grave within your stony hert.
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But happe and hit or els hit not,
As vncertain as is the wynde,
Right so it fareth by the shott
Of love, alas, that is so blynd.
As vncertain as is the wynde,
Right so it fareth by the shott
Of love, alas, that is so blynd.
Therefore I plaid the foole in vain,
With pitie, when I first began
Your cruell hert for to constrain,
Syns love regardeth no doulfull man.
With pitie, when I first began
Your cruell hert for to constrain,
Syns love regardeth no doulfull man.
But, of your goodenes, all your mynde
Is that I should complain in vain:
This is the favor that I fynde,
Ye list to here how I can plain.
Is that I should complain in vain:
This is the favor that I fynde,
Ye list to here how I can plain.
But tho I plain to please your hert,
Trust me, I trust to temper it so,
Not for to care which do revert:
All shalbe oon in welth or woo.
Trust me, I trust to temper it so,
Not for to care which do revert:
All shalbe oon in welth or woo.
For fansy rueleth, tho right say nay,
Even as the goodeman kyst his kowe;
None othre reason can ye lay
But as who saieth, I reke not how.
Even as the goodeman kyst his kowe;
None othre reason can ye lay
But as who saieth, I reke not how.
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