The cloudis blak ourquhelmit all the sky;
God wait gif Cresseid was ane sorrowful gest,
Seeing that uncouth fair and herbery.
But meit or drink sho dressit hir to ly
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In ane dark corner of the hous allone;
And on this wyse, weiping, sho maid hir mone.
The Complaint of Cresseid.
'O sop of sorrow sonken into cair!
O caytive Cresseid! now and ever-mair