Within ane whyle he changit mony hew,
And nevertheles not ane ane-uther knew.
For knichtly pity and memoriall
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Of fair Cresseid, ane girdill can he tak,
Ane purs of gold and mony gay jowáll,
And in the skirt of Cresseid doun can swak;
Than raid away, and not ane word he spak,
Pensive in hart, quhill he com to the toun,
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