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Madame, for your newefangelnesse,
Many a servaunt have ye put out of grace.
I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,
For wel I wot, whyl ye have lyves
space,
Ye can not love ful half yeer in a place,
To newe thing youre lust is ay
so kene;
In stede of blew, thus may ye were al grene.
Right as a mirour nothing may impresse,
But, lightly as it cometh, so mote it pace,
So fareth youre love, youre werkes beren witnesse.
Ther is no feith that may your herte enbrace;
But, as a wedercok, that turneth his face
With every wind, ye fare, and this is sene;
In stede of blew, thus may ye were al grene.
Ye might be shryned, for youre brotelnesse,
Bet than Dalyda, Creseyde or Candace;*
For ever in chaunging stant youre sikernesse;
That tache may no wight
fro your herte arace.
If ye lese oon, ye can wel tweyn
purchace;
Al light for somer (ye woot wel what I mene),
In stede of blew, thus may ye were al grene. |
desire for novelty
know; time in your life
one
desire; always
wear
must; pass
weathercock; wind vane
move
enshrined, like a saint; brittleness, instability
better
stands; security, stability
blemish, defect; person; erase
lose; two
readily; know
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