To euery man that is vnkynde

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To euery man that is vnkynde

What ~hulde I man do for the more

Than my lyfe to be vntwynde

Thou arte the fayre~t creature to fynde

For I the made lyke vnto me

And gaue the rea~on, wyt and mynde

Quit vltra. &c.

I loue the man aboue all thinge

I wyll be borne for the therfore

Bycau~e I wolde to blys the brynge

What ~hulde I man do for the more

By Adams ~yn thou was forlore

Euermore puny~~hed for to be

But for thy mys I bought the fore

Quit vltra. &c.

My handes (damage) cro~~e be ~pread

To yelde the merry yf thou wylt craue

Mercy to a~ke be nat adred

For yf thou wylt I wyll the ~aue

Whan thou art dead and layd in graue

And all thy frendes from the flee

Yet thy ~soule wyll I haue

Quit vltra. &c.

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