[Ballade 60]

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For dedy lijf deth y witeFor ese of payne in payne of ese y dyeFor lengthe of woo/woo lengtith me so liteThat quyk y dye/and yet as ded lyue yThus nygh a-fer/y fele the fer is nyOf thing certeyne that y vncerteyne secheWhich is the deth sith deth hath my ladyO wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi speche

O gost formatt yelde vp thi breth attonesO karkas faynt take from this lijf thi flightO bollid hert forbrest thou with thi gronesO mestid eyen whi fayle ye not yowre sightSyn deth allas hath tane my lady brightAnd left this world without on to her lecheTo lete me lyue ye do me gret vnrightO wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi speche

What is this lijf or deth y ledeNay certes deth in lijf is liklynesFor though y fayne me port of lustihedeyet inward lo it sleth me my distresFor fro me fledde is ioy and alle gladnesThat y may say in alle this world so recheAs y/is noon of payne and hevynesO woofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys þhi speche

Ther nys no thing sauf deth to do me dayThat may of me the woofulle paynes echeBut wolde y dey/allas yet y ne may[O wofulle wrecche o wrecche lesse onys thi speche]

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