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And passit doun quhair cairfull Cresseid lay;
And on hir heid he laid ane frosty wand,
Than lawfully on this wyse can he say;
'Thy greit fairnes, and al thy bewty gay,
Thy wantoun blude, and eik thy goldin hair,
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Heir I exclude fra thee for evermair.
I change thy mirth into melancholy,
Quhilk is the mother of all pensivenes;