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AND TREW LUVE RYSIS FRO THE SPLENE.
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To all the warld that it war sene:
Now cumis aige quhair ^ewth hes bene,
And trew lufe rysis fro the splene.
Befoir no wicht I did complene, 55
So did hir denger me derene;
And now I sett nocht by a bene
Hir bewty nor hir twa fair ene :
Now cumis aige quhair jewth hes bene,
And trew lufe rysis fro the splene. 60
I haif a luve farar of face,
Quhome in no denger may haif place,
Quhilk will me guerdoun gif and grace,
And mercy ay quhen I me mene:
Now cumis aige quhair jewth hes bene, 65
And trew lufe rysis fro the splene.
Vnquyt I do no thing nor sane,
Nor wairis a luvis thocht in vane;
I salbe als weill luvit agane,
Thair may no j angler me prevene : 70
Now cumis aige quhair jewth hes bene,
And trew luve rysis fro the splene.
Ane lufe so fare, so gud, so sueit,
So riche, so rewthfull and discreit,
And for the kynd of man so meit, 75
Nevir moir salbe nor ^it hes bene :
Now cumis aige quhair jewth hes bene,
And trew lufe rysis fro the splene.
Is none sa trew a luve as he,
That for trew luve of ws did de; 80
He suld be luffit agane, think me,

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