england - anon. 15th c. - my woeful heart lyrics
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my woeful heart of all gladness barryain enforced me this complaint for to make, which i have sung with weeping eyen twain. full oft ere this, i shall undertake. till good tidings come my sore to slake i must obey for¬tunes ordinance, for yet i am all drowned in the lake of sorful joy and painetul pleasance
for she which is of all goodly the best to mine entent, and so saith mo’ than i, is fall but late out of her kindly rest into great sickness which holdeth her grievously. now i pray god, and that right heartily that shе be voided out of the grеat grievance. for till she amend i shall have nought truly but sorful joy and pain;;ful pleasance
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