My hart is quhyt, and no delyte, I haif of ladeis fair

This poem runs from folio 256v

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1 My hart is quhyt, and no delyte, I haif of ladeis fair
2 I wyte, I flyte, all in dispyte, þat evir I leird þat lair
3 Tit but respyte, I clene þe quyte, for now and evir mair
4 Thairfoir I dyte, þis writt p[er]fyte, ffairweill now feildis fair
5 The suth is so, be god my Io, I will fenȝe na mair
6 Thot vmq legrit wes appetite, Thair is wa[n] tyme of wair

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7 Stopping in aige, he on staige, and ȝowtheid went & done
8 and my curege, hes tane to swaige, ryt lait eft[er] none
9 quhe[n] I wes pege, I did vaslege, and sped my era[n]d sone
10 now is þat rege, turnd in dotage, it is auld of the mone
11 The suth is so, be god my Io, quyt turnit is þat tone
12 gud aile & sege, salbe my waige, away ligging alone

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13 The flesche is fawin, wes vmquhile brawin, I list not for to pley
14 The medowss mawin, the claith is drawin, þe grace is said away
15 The seid wes sawin, full quyt hes blawin, þe Ioly wind of may
16 I mak it knawin, for all ȝor lawin, I haif done as I may
17 The suth is so be god my Io, it is to ȝow I say
18 Thot ȝe wer gawin, (The, struck through) ȝe bourd but hawin The tyd is past away

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19 Ane proclamatioun, vnto all natioun, I mak heir be þis bill
20 ane sicker stratioun, god hes laid one, Thay fructis hes tane him till
21 Stufe is þ[er] none but questioun, remanis bot gud will
22 now fair on, wt my benysone, on forss I mon ly still
23 The suth is so, be god my Io, off Iy[n]ny nor of Iill
24 I pleiss collatioun, & recreatioun latt þame go fling þ[er] fill

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25 The man I call, vnnaturall, þat stewarts Ill him sell
26 That hes bot small, stufe corporall, Syne schutis at þat schell
27 quhe[n] principall, and materiall, & natur is expell
28 Tha[n] be the wall, he lyis our thrall, gar bring him the ha[n]d bell
29 The suth is fo, quhe[n] dry my Io, of natur growis the well
30 To seik our all na stufe thow sall
31 ffor no gold get to sell [etc]

Ffinis
Author Unkown