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Eturn hameward, my heart again,

and bide where thou was wont to be;

Thou art a fool to suffer pain.

For love of one that loves not thee:

My heart let be sic fantalie,

Love only where thou hast good cause

Since scorn and syking ne'er agree,

The fint a crum of thee she faws.

To what effect should thou be thrall?

Be happy in thy ain free will;

My heart be never bestial,

But ken wha does thee good or ill:

At hame with me then tarry still,

And see wha best can play thy paws,

And let the filly fling her fill,

For fint a crum of thee she faws.

Though she be fair, I will not fenzie,

She's of a kind with mony mae;

why, they are a felon menzie,

That seemeth good and are not fae:

My heart, take neither strut not wae,

For Meg, for Margery, or Mause,

But be thou blythe, and let her gae,

For fint a crum of thee she faws.

Remember how that Media,

wild for a sight of Jason yield;

Remember how young Cressida

Left Troilus for Diomede: