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To yow my purse, and to noon other wight

To you my purse, and to no other wight

Complayne I, for ye by my lady dere;

Complain I, for ye be my lady dear;

I am so sorry now that ye been lyght,

I am so sorry now that ye be light,

For certes, but yf ye make me hevy chere

For certainly, but if ye make me heavy cheer

Me were as leef be layde upon my bere;

I would as soon be laid upon my bier;

For which unto your mercy thus I crye,

For which unto your mercy thus I cry,

Beeth hevy ageyne, or elles mote I dye.

Be heavy again, or else must I die.

Now voucheth-sauf this day or hyt by nyght

Now vouchsafe this day before it be night

That I of you the blisful sovne may here,

That I of you the blissful sound may hear,

Or see your colour lyke the sonne bryght,

Or see your colour like the sun bright,

That of yelownesse hadde neuer pere.

That of yellowness had never peer.

Ye be my lyfe, ye be myn hertys stere,

Ye be my life, ye be my heart's guide,

Quene of comfort, and of good companye,

Queen of comfort, and of good company,

Beth heuy ageyne, or elles moote I dye.

Be heavy again, or else must I die.

Now purse that ben to me my lyves lyght

Now purse that art to me my life's light

And saveour as down in this worlde here,

And saviour as down in this world here,

Oute of this tovne helpe me thrugh your myght,

Out of this town help me through your might,

Syn that ye wole nat bene my tresorere,

Since that ye will not be my treasurer,

For I am shave as nye as is a ffrere;

For I am shaven as close as is a friar;

But yet I pray vnto your curtesye,

But yet I pray unto your courtesy,

Bethe hevy agen or elles moote I dye.

Be heavy again or else must I die.