EBBA 32927
National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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Two proper nue Balletes.
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A Thousand times I me recomende
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To you that is my lover deare
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And here a letter, have I send
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To speke with you yet had I lever
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Your lustye loke and smerkyng chere
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My hert doth move both nyght and day
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In all thys world ye have no pere
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Therefore to my hert I do you lay.
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O lusty smyrker to me be true
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Ye have my hert forever and aye
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I praye you chaunge me for no newe
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Thys same to you do I say.
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I have loved truely I dare make bost
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And doth yet styll so god me save
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Alas let not my love be lost
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But yours agayne that I may have.
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The time past I do repente
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Yf ever ye thought I was unkinde
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To you this letter have I sent
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Because in love I am so blynd.
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The lynes of love do me imbrase
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And bytterly beyte my body with in
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All is for your lovely face
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And gentyll hert yf I myght it win.
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Your countenaunce and your comely cheare
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As oft as I loke it upon
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My hert in peces it doth teare
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When that I am my selfe alone.
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The paynes of love do me so pyne
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And perce my hert on every syde
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That wheresoever I suppe or dyne
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My hert with you shall ever abyde.
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Alas now be a lover true
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And take never from me your hert
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For yf ye do I must it rew
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And ever lyve in payne and smart.
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Nowe stedfast to be I do you praye
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My herte is closed your body within
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The same to me nowe do you say
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It is trewe love that I am in.
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A thousande tymes nowe fare you well
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Ye have my herte both nowe and aye
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The sorowe I byde no toung can tel
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Gentyll lover do not cast me awaye.
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My herte is locked within your brest
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And closly closed your body within
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There would I faynest take my reste
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In pure wedlocke with outten synne.
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Nowe you knowe my hole intent
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It doth me good when I you se
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Yf I get no grace I shal repent
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For lokyng above my pore degre
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Be trewe to me in this dystres
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And leve me not here comfortles.
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