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246 ROBENB AND JIAKYNB.
I haif the luvit, lowd and still, e
Thir yeiris two or thre; My dule in dern bot gif thow dill,
Doutles bot dreid I de."
Eobene answerit, " Be the rude,
Na thing of lufe I knaw, 10
Bot keipis my scheip undir yone wud ;
Lo quhair thay raik on raw. Quhat lies marrit the in thy mude,
Makyne, to me thow schaw; Or quhat is love, or to be lude ? is
Faine wald I leir that law."
" At luvis lair gife thow will leir,
Tak thair ane A, B, C; Be kynd, courtas, and fair of feir,
Wyse, hardy, and fre. 20
Se that no denger do the" deir,
Quhat dule in dern thow dre*; Preiss the" with pane at all poweir,
Be patient and previe."
Eobene answerit her agane : 25
" I wait nocht quhat is luve, Bot I haif mervell in certaine,
Quhat makis the- this wanrufe; The weddir is fair, and I am fane,
My scheip gois haill aboif, » |
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