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XXIII. LOVE-LAY.
When I was fayre and younge then fauour gracèd me
Of many was I soughte theire mystres for to be.
But I did scorne them all and awnswerd thē therfore.
Goe, Goe, Goe, seek som other wher.
Importune me no more.
Of many was I soughte theire mystres for to be.
But I did scorne them all and awnswerd thē therfore.
Goe, Goe, Goe, seek som other wher.
Importune me no more.
How manye weepinge eyes I made to pyne in woe,
How many syghinge hartes I have no skyll to showe:
Yet I the prowder grewe and awnswerde them therfore
Goe, Goe, Goe, seeke som other where
Importune me no more.
How many syghinge hartes I have no skyll to showe:
Yet I the prowder grewe and awnswerde them therfore
Goe, Goe, Goe, seeke som other where
Importune me no more.
Than spake fayre Venus' son, that proude victorious boye
And sayde: fyne Dame since that you be so coye
I will so plucke your plumes, that you shall say no more
Goe, goe, goe seeke some other where.
Importune me no more.
And sayde: fyne Dame since that you be so coye
I will so plucke your plumes, that you shall say no more
Goe, goe, goe seeke some other where.
Importune me no more.
When he had spake these wordes, suche change grew in my brest
That neyther nyghte nor day since that, I could take any rest
Than loe I did repente that I had sayde before,
Goe, goe, goe, seeke some other where
Importune me no more.
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Than loe I did repente that I had sayde before,
Goe, goe, goe, seeke some other where
Importune me no more.
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