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ANONYMOUS
Jeo vous pry sans debat
That ye wolde of myn estat
Audire;
Sertfyés a vous jeo fay
I wil in time whan I may
Venire.
Pur vostre amour, allas, allas!
I am werse than I was
Per multa:
Jeo suy dolourouse en tut manere,
Woulde God in youre armes I were
Sepulta!
Vous estes ma morte et ma vye,
I preye you for your curteisie
Amate,
Cestes maundés jeo vous pry
In youre herté stedefastly
Notate.
This World's Joy
c. 1300
WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Nou thise leves[1] waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike[2] and mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.
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