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Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte	A
Goe serche the logges and bordels of the hynde	A
Gyfe theye have anie itte ys roughe made arte	A
Inne hem you see the blakied forme of kynde	A
Haveth your mind a lycheynge of a mynde	A
Woulde it kenne everich thynge as it mote bee	B
Woulde ytte here phrase of the vulgar from the hynde	A
Wythoute wiseegger wordes and knowlache free	B
Gyf soe rede thys whych Iche dysporteynge pende	A
Gif nete besyde yttes rhyme maie ytte commend	A
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MANNE	C
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Botte whether fayre mayde do ye goe	D
O where do ye bend yer waie	E
I wile knowe whether you goe	D
I wylle not be asseled naie	C
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WOMANNE	C
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To Robyn and Nell all downe in the Delle	F
To hele hem at makeynge of haie	G
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MANNE	C
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Syr Rogerre the Parsone hav hyred mee there	H
Comme Comme lette us tryppe ytte awaie	E
We'lle wurche and wylle synge and wylle drenche of stronge Beere	H
As longe as the merrie sommers daie	A
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WOMANNE	C
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Howe harde ys mie dome to wurch	I
Moke is mie woe	E
Dame Agnes whoe lies ynne the Chyrche	I
With birlette golde	A
Wythe gelten aumeres stronge ontolde	A
What was shee moe than me to be soe	J
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MANNE	C
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I kenne Syr Roger from afar	H
Tryppynge over the Lea	B
Ich ask whie the loverds son	C
Is moe than mee	B
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SIR ROGERE	H
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The sweltrie sonne dothe hie apace hys wayne	C
From everich beme a seme of lyfe doe falle	B
Swythyn scille oppe the haie uponne the playne	C
Methynckes the cockse begynneth to gre talle	B
Thys ys alyche oure doome the great the smalle	B
Moste withe and be forwyned by Deathis darte	A
See the swote flourette hathe noe swote at alle	B
Itte wythe the ranke wede berethe evalle parte	A
The cravent warriour and the wyse be blent	A
Alyche to drie awaie with those thele did bemente	A
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MANNE	C
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All a Boon Syr Priest all a boon	C
Bye yer preesteschype nowe saye unto mee	B
Sir Gaufryd the knyghte who lyveth harde bie	B
Whie should hee than me	B
Bee moe greate	A
Inne honnoure knyghtehoode and estate	A
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SIR ROGERE	H
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Attourne thine eyne arounde thys haied mee	B
Tentyflie loke arounde the chaper delle	B
An answer to thie barganette here see	B
Thys welked flouertte wylle a leson telle	B
Arist it blew itte florished and dyd welle	B
Lokeynge ascaunce upon the naighboure greene	C
Yet with the deigned greene yttes rennome felle	B
Eftsonnes ytte shronke upon the daie brente playne	C
Didde not yttes loke whilest ytte there dyd stonde	A
To croppe ytte in the bodde move somme drede honde	A
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Syke ys the waie of lyffe the loverds ente	A
Mooveth the robber hym therfor to slea	B
Gyf thou has ethe the shadowe of contente	A
Believe the trothe theres none moe haile yan thee	B
Thou wurchest welle canne thatte a trobble bee	B
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the roughest daie	A
Couldest thou the kivercled of soughlys see	B
Thou wuldst eftsoones see trothe inne whatte I saie	B
Botte lette mee heere thie waie offe lyffe and thenne	C
Heare thou from mee the lyffs of odher menne	C
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MANNE	C
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I ryse wythe the Sonne	C
Lyche hym to dryve the wayne	C
And eere mie wurche is don	C
I synge a Songe or twayne	C
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I followe the plough tayle	B
Wythe a long jubb of ale	B
Botte of the Maydens oh	E
Itte lacketh notte to telle	B
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Syr Preeste mote notte crie woe	E
Culde hys bull do as welle	B
I daunce the beste heiedeygnes	B
And foile the wysest feygnes	B
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On everych Seynctes his daie	A
Wythe the mynstrelle am I seen	C
All a footeynge it awaie	E
Wythe maydens on the greene	C
But oh I wyshe to be moe greate	A
In rennome tenure and estate	A
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SIR ROGERRE	H
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Has thou ne sene a tree uponne a hylle	B
Whose unliste braunces rechen far toe syghte	A
Whan fuired unwers doe the heaven fylle	B
Itte shaketh deere yn dole and moke affryghte	A
Whilst the congeon flowrette abessie dyghte	A
Stondeth unhurte unquaced bie the storme	B
Syke is a picte of lyffe the manne of myghte	A
Is tempest chaft hys woe greate as hys forme	B
Thieself a flourette of a small accounte	A
Wouldst harder felle the wynde as hygher thee dydste mount	A

Thomas Chatterton

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