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Lord, how he wolde pry
FROM COLYN CLOUTE
My name is Colyn Cloute.
The tone agayng the tother. Alas, they make me shoder! For in hoder moder 6
The Churche is put in faute.
grasshopper 2 slay motheaten
complain 5 the one in secret 7 fault haughty 9 scarcely
Syth it is so that ye wyll goo, I wol not leve1 behynde;
Shal ne'er be sayd the Nutbrowne Mayd was to her love unkind.
Make you redy, for soo am I, all though it
"O Lorde, what is this worldis blisse, that chaungeth as the mone?
My somers day in lusty May is derked before
I here you saye 'farwel;' nay, nay, we departe not soo sone.
Why say ye so? wheder wyl ye goo? alas! what have ye done?
Alle my welfare to sorow and care shulde chaunge if ye were gon; For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but you alone.'
For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but you alone."
"I can beleve it shal you greve, and somwhat you distrayne;
"Yet I you rede to take good hede, what men wyl thinke and sey;
Of yonge and olde it shalbe tolde that ye be gone away,
Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle, in grene wood you to play,
And that ye myght from your delyte noo lenger make delay.
Rather than ye shuld thus for me be called an ylle woman,
Yet wolde I to the grenewodde goo, alone, a bannysshed man."
But aftyrwarde your paynes harde within a day or tweyne
Shal sone aslake, and ye shal take confort to you agayne.
Why shuld ye nought? for to take thought, your labur were in veyne.
And thus I do, and pray you, loo! as hertely as I can;
For I muste too the grene wode goo, alone, a bannysshed man."
"Now syth that ye have shewed to me the secret of your mynde,
I shalbe playne to you agayne, lyke as ye shal me fynde;
"Though it be songe of olde and yonge that I shuld be to blame,
Theirs be the charge that speke so large in hurting of my name;
For I wyl prove that feythful love it is devoyd of shame,
In your distresse and hevynesse to parte wyth you the same;
And sure all thoo 3 that doo not so, trewe lovers ar they noon;
But in my mynde of all mankynde I love but you alone."
"I councel yow, remembre how it is noo maydens lawe Nothing to dought, but to renne out to wod with an outlawe;
For ye must there in your hands bere a bowe redy to drawe,
And as a theef thus must ye lyve ever in drede and awe,
By whiche to yow gret harme myght grow; yet had I lever than 4
That I had too the grenewod goo,3 alone, a banysshyd man.'
"I thinke not nay, but as ye saye, it is noo maydens lore;
But love may make me for your sake, as ye have said before,