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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

YNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou thise leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike and mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.

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