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O thou fortune that causist pepille playneVpon thi chaunge and mutabiliteDid y thee so y blamyd wrong certayneFor stabille yet herto as fynde y theWithouten chaunge forto prevaylen meBut where as first thou fond me in symplesseThou holdist me in myn aduersiteSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

And yet fulle many holde opynyounAs that thou shulde now hurt and now amendeAnd gladly als of thi condiciounA sympille wight in honure to ascendeAnd most in weele as don him downe descendeBut y may welle contrary lo witnesFor of my wrecchid lijf y fynde noon endeSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

For welle y se how ricches ascendithAnd alle folke bisy him to plese and yeueWhere as the sympille wight descendithOf alle lothid and noon him lust releueAmong whiche on am y in suche myschefOrdaynyd loue but to moche bisynesThou hast me geve my ladi to acheueSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

Thorugh which y wynne more maugre oft þen loueBy my to bisy demenyngAnd yet god wot that sitt aboueI most desire of any erthely thingTo doon alle that as were to hir plesyngBut of rewdenes thou gevist me such largesThat thank to pike me wantith the konnyngSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

Alas fortune now were me wondir wiseSett me in wey my lady forto pleseAnd if that y haue tane to high empriseI pardoun axe and that thou not displeseBut turne thi whele my langour to apeseAnd of my smert to shape me sum redresseFor yet thou baytist me in noyouslesseSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

For my dulle rewdenes hath no gouernaunceThorugh my demenyng hir to doon plesereAnd yet got wot as that y haue pusshaunceI sett myn hert my wille and my desereHir forto serue but alle to gret am hirI willid haue through fonnyd wilfulnesBut me preuaylith werryng not prayereSo that y may biwayle thi stabilnes

Now fare welle fotune with þi stedfast faceFor as y fynde right so y write of theeAnd yn my refrait though y thee manaceThou oughtist not me thenke displesid beThough y say trouthe as that þou dost to meBut evir truse and rewe on my distresThat y endure in suche aduersiteSo that y may biwayle thi stedfastnes

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