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Alas that men be so ungent
How frendly was medea to Iason
I may well say with Ioyfull harte
My fereful loue from me ys fledd
Now may I morne as one off late
O happy dames
O very lord o love o god alas
Shuld I take thought when she ys glad
To her nay yet was yt no reprefe
To yowr gentyll letters an answere to resyte
What thyng shold cawse me to be so sad
Who hath more cawse for to complayne
Wyth sorowful syghes and woundes smart
Yowre fereful loue cannot preuayle
ys that afayre avaunte ys thys honor