Eyther to ryme or ditees for to make,

And I, surely, to make a ful promesse

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To laugh no more, but wepe in clothes blake.

My joyful tyme, alas! now is it slake,

For in my-self I fele no maner ese;

Let it be written, such fortune I take,

Which neither me, nor non other doth plese.

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If it were so, my wil or myn entent