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CHEPMAN AND MYLLAR PRINTS.
In rome this romans crownyt is
lesu bryng ws till his blis
That lestis for owtyn ende
In all cure gardyn growis thare na flouris
Herbe nor tree y* frute has borne this yere
The levys ar doune schakyn with ye schouris
The fynkle fadit in oure grene herbere
The birdis y* bene wount to syngen here
In all this may vnese has songin thrise
And all of dangere is oure gardenere
And gentrise is put quite out of seruice
Quhat y* I mene be this I dar noght speke
For I na dare my hert it is so sare
Na neuer sail I me revenge na wreke
Bot on my self all thogh I suld forfar
Saufand beaute I can prise na mare
Of hyr y1 was wont to be gudeliest
And suth it is & sene in all our quhare
No erdly thing bot for a tyme may lest
Sen in this warld thare is no sekernes
Bot pas mon all & end mon euery thingis
I tak my leve at all vnstedfastnes
14. tobe. 18/thing is.
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13 a I ah t.
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