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