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First Line: Wha is perfyte to put in writ
Last Line: And everilk grief is gane for evermair.


WHA is perfyte to put in writ
The inwart murning and mischance,
Or to endite the great delight
Of lusty luvis observance,
Bot he that may, certain, patiently suffer pain
To win his soverane in recompanse.

Albeit I know of luvis law
The pleasure and the painis smart,
Yet I stand awe for to furthshaw
The quiet secretis of my heart.
For it may Fortune raith to do her body skaith
Whilk wat that of them baith I am expert.

She wat my woe that is ago,
She wat my welfare and remead,
She wat also, I luve no mo
Bot her, the well of womanheid.
She wat withouten fail, I am her luvar laill,
She has my hairt all haill till I be deid.

That bird of bliss in beauty is
In erd the only a per se,
Whase mouth to kiss is worth, I wis,
The warld full of gold to me.
Is nocht in erd I cure, bot please my lady pure,
Syne be her servitour unto I dee.

She has my luve at her behufe,
My hairt is subject bound and thrall,
For she dois move my hairt abuve
To see her proper persoun small.
Sen she is wrocht at will, that Nature may fulfil
Gladly I give her till, body and all.

There is nocht wie can estimie
My sorrow and my sighingis sair,
For I am so done faithfully
In favouris with my lady fair
That baith our hairtis are ane, locknyt in luvis chain,
And everilk grief is gane for evermair.





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