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ANONYMOUS
Long thou for love never so high, My love is more than thine may be. Thou weepest, thou gladdest, I sit thee by: Yet wouldst thou once, love, look unto me! Should I always fecde thee With children meat? Nay, love, not so! I will prove thy love with adversite, Quia amore langueo.
Wax not weary, mine own wife! What medc is aye to live in comfort? In tribulation I reign more rife Ofter times than in disport. In weal and in woe I am aye to support: Mine own wife, go not me fro' Thy mede is marked, when thou art mort: Quia amore languco.
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[? Wm. Cornish]
LaUt Anguis
1 6th Century
rOU and I and Amyas,
Amyas and you and I, To the green-wood must we go, alas! You and I, my lyf, and Amyas.
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