My cares comen ever anew
My cares comen ever anew.
A, dere God, no bote ther nis,
For I am halden for untrewe,
Withouten gilt, so han I bliss!
To be trew wonet I was;
In ony thing that I might do
I thanked God his grete gras;
Now it is I may noght do.
A, dere God, no bote ther nis,
For I am halden for untrewe,
Withouten gilt, so han I bliss!
To be trew wonet I was;
In ony thing that I might do
I thanked God his grete gras;
Now it is I may noght do.
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