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Page 13
... hath your beautè fro your herte chaced Pitee , that me ne availeth not to pleyne ; For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne . Giltles my deeth thus han ye me purchaced ; I sey yow sooth , me nedeth not to feyne ; So hath your beautè ...
... hath your beautè fro your herte chaced Pitee , that me ne availeth not to pleyne ; For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne . Giltles my deeth thus han ye me purchaced ; I sey yow sooth , me nedeth not to feyne ; So hath your beautè ...
Page 14
... hath hate , and climbing tikelnesse , 2 Prees hath envye , and wele blent overal ; Savour no more than thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . Tempest thee ...
... hath hate , and climbing tikelnesse , 2 Prees hath envye , and wele blent overal ; Savour no more than thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . Tempest thee ...
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... hath still either toys , or care , He hath no root , nor to one place is tied , But ever restless and irregular About this earth doth run and ride , He knows he hath a home , but scarce knows where , He says it is so far That he hath ...
... hath still either toys , or care , He hath no root , nor to one place is tied , But ever restless and irregular About this earth doth run and ride , He knows he hath a home , but scarce knows where , He says it is so far That he hath ...
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