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2275 Alwey be mery, if thou may,
2276 But waste not thi good Alway.
2277 Have hatte of floures as fresh as may,
2278 Chapelett of roses of wissonday;
2279 ffor sich array ne costneth but lite.
2280 Thyn hondis wasshe, thy teeth make white,
2281 And lete no filthe upon thee bee.
2282 Thy nailes blak if thou maist see,
2283 Voide it awey delyverly,
2284 And kembe thyn heed right iolily.
2285 ffarce not thi visage in no wise,
2286 ffor that of love is not themprise;
2287 ffor love doth haten, as I fynde,
2288 A beaute that cometh not of kynde.
2289 Alwey in herte I rede thee
2290 Glad and mery forto be,
2291 And be as ioyfull as thou can;
2292 Love hath no ioye of sorowful man.
2293 That yvell is full of curtesie
2294 That knowith in his maladie;
2295 ffor ever of love the sijknesse
2296 Is meynde with swete and bitternesse.
2297 The sore of love is merveilous;
2298 ffor now the lover ioyous,
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