If ever thou knewe of love distresse,
Thou shalt mowe lerne in that siknesse.
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And thus enduring shalt thou ly,
And ryse on morwe up erly
Out of thy bedde, and harneys thee
Er ever dawning thou mayst see.
Al privily than shalt thou goon,
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What [weder] it be, thy-silf aloon,