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The Louer greeuously complayneth agaynst the vniust
dealing of his Lady beloued.
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The Louer greeuously complayneth agaynst the vniust dealing of his Lady beloued.
Since
thou vniust, hast caught a lust,
To plough in barrayne ground:
Who long thee loue, hee shall thee proue,
Mutch better lost then found.
To plough in barrayne ground:
Who long thee loue, hee shall thee proue,
Mutch better lost then found.
As brickle clay, in Winters day,
That in the frost is wrought,
So doo I finde, thy double minde,
Mutch better solde then bought.
That in the frost is wrought,
So doo I finde, thy double minde,
Mutch better solde then bought.
It is as eefe, a broken Syue,
Should holde the dropping rayne:
As for to binde, thy chaunged minde,
That nought can doo but fayne.
Should holde the dropping rayne:
As for to binde, thy chaunged minde,
That nought can doo but fayne.
So may I say, both night and day,
Cursing the time and place:
Where i profest, to loue thee best,
Whose troth I finde so scace.
Cursing the time and place:
Where i profest, to loue thee best,
Whose troth I finde so scace.
Whose lyinge wordes, and faigned bourdes,
Did mee so far enchayne:
When thou didst flyt, by chaunged wit,
That I could not refraine.
Did mee so far enchayne:
When thou didst flyt, by chaunged wit,
That I could not refraine.
But of my hart, to ease the smart,
The best redresse I know:
Is to vntwinde, my constant minde,
And let sutch fancies goe.
The best redresse I know:
Is to vntwinde, my constant minde,
And let sutch fancies goe.
Nor thoughe, I serue, vntill I sterue,
I see none other boote
Such doublenesse, thy hart doth presse,
And croppes it by the roote.
I see none other boote
And croppes it by the roote.
Yet will I pray, euen as I may,
That Cupid will requite,
Thy froward harte, with such a smart,
As I haue by thy spite.
That Cupid will requite,
Thy froward harte, with such a smart,
As I haue by thy spite.
For to bee fed, with wake a bed,
And fast at boorde among:
Till thou confesse, ah pittilesse,
That thou hast doone mee wrong.
And fast at boorde among:
Till thou confesse, ah pittilesse,
That thou hast doone mee wrong.
On bush and brier, may it appeare,
Wherby most men doo pas,
Thy faygned fayth, how nere my death,
It hath mee brought alas.
Wherby most men doo pas,
Thy faygned fayth, how nere my death,
It hath mee brought alas.
That they vncaught, may once bee taught,
By reason to refrayne:
Their crafty wiles, and subtill smiles:
That so in loue can fayne.
By reason to refrayne:
Their crafty wiles, and subtill smiles:
That so in loue can fayne.
Adue vniust, sith that I must,
Of force declare thee so,
The fault is thine, the payne is mine:
And thus I let thee go.
Of force declare thee so,
The fault is thine, the payne is mine:
And thus I let thee go.
FINIS.
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