EBBA 32926
National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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Two proper nue Balletes.
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E Hath my herte in holde
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So sure I can not starte
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whiche causeth me to be bolde
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With lovers for to take parte.
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B.hath me bounde so sure
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Thorowe Venus ordynaunce
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That in paynes I must endure
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There for to take my chaunce.
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The paynes they be so stronge
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And paynefull unto me
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That I thynke I have great wronge
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Yf on me she have no petie.
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Nowe petie I the crave
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Her mynde for to remove
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That I may ones have
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Her favour whom I love.
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It is for no great substaunce
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Nor goodes that I her desyre
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But onelye for the governaunce
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And the honesty in her doth apere.
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For yf I myght obtayne
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To fall unto my loote
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Then wolde I be moste fayne
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To knyt an endles knotte.
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And yf I get no grace
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Of her whom I love best
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My herte is in a wofull case
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Never lyke for tolyue in rest.
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Therfore Venus I the requyre
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The gods of this arte
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That soone thou wylte appere
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To stryke her with thy darte.
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For to cause her have some rueth
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And graunt to me her love
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That meanes nothynge but trueth
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By God that is above.
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Thus E, and B. I byd farewell
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Desyrynge them not to be unkynde
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For of letters all, both great and small
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They are depyst in mynde.
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Hertely unto you I me recomende
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Desyrynge you not to be offended
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For yf any thynge be amysse
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That here in is
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Unto my power it shal be amended.
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My herte is yours
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Unto the death
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Whyle in my body
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Remaynes the breath.
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