Was inclynit to lustis lecherous;
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Fy! fals Cresseid! O, trew knicht Troilus!
Lovers, be war, and tak gude heid about
Quhom that ye lufe, for quhom ye suffer paine;
I lat yow wit, thair is richt few thairout
Quhom ye may traist, to have trew lufe againe;
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Preif quhen ye will, your labour is in vaine.
Thairfoir I reid ye tak thame as ye find;