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02 - II. ' And this was gladly in the Eventide '

03 - III. ' And Volatile, as ay was his usage '

04 - IV. ' CURTEIS she was, discrete, AND DEBONAIRE '

05 - V. ' Thou lovest me, that wot I wel certain '

06 - VI. ' Love maketh all to gone misway '

07 - VII. ' His Herte bathed in a Bath of Blisse '

08 - VIII. ' God wote that worldly Joy is sone ago '

09 - IX. ' Of Colour pale and dead was she '

10 - X. ' And spending Silver had he right ynow '

11 - XI. ' Yeve me my Deth, or that I have a Shame '

12 - XII. ' And to the Dinner faste they hem spedde '

13 - XIII ' After my Might ful fayne wold I you plese '

14 - XIV. ' Love is a Thing, as any Spirit, free '

15 - XV. ' Not for your Linage, ne for your Richesse '

16 - XVI. ' No Man may alway have Prosperitee '

17 - XVII. ' And in my Herte wondren I began '

18 - XVIII. ' Love wol not be constreined by Maistrie '

19 - XIX. ' I DEME that hire HERTE WAS FUL OF Wo '

20 - XX. ' Al sodenly she swapt adown to Ground '

21 - XXI. ' For Wele or Wo, for Carole, or for Daunce '

22 - XXII. ' For I WOL gladly yelden hire my Place '

23 - XXIII. ' And COME agen, be it by Day or Night '

24 - XXIV. ' Ay fleth the Time, it wol no Man abide '

25 - XXV. ' But I WOT best wher wringeth me my Sho '

26 - XXVI. ' FORBID A Love and it is ten Times so wode '

27 - XXVII. ' I MAY NOT DON AS EVERY PLOUGHMAN MAY '

28 - XXVIII. ' Love is not old, as whan that it is new '

29 - XXIX. ' I meane well, by God that sit above '

30 - XXX. ' Ther was no Wight, to whom she durste plain '

31 - XXXI. ' I WOLDE live IN Pees, IF that I MIGHT '

32 - XXXII. ' For Love and not for Hate thou must be ded '

33 - XXXIII. ' Is there no Grace ? Is there no Remedie ?'

34 - XXXIV. ' Sens Love hath brought us to this piteous End '