Fro folk thou must depart in hy,
That noon perceyve thy malady,
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But hyde thyn harm thou must alone,
And go forth sole, and make thy mone.
Thou shalt no whyl be in oo stat,
But whylom cold and whylom hat;
Now reed as rose, now yelowe and fade.
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Such sorowe, I trowe, thou never hade;