原文歌词
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To her nay yet was yt no reprefe
for all for vertue was that she wrowght
but he that [brwed] hath all thys myschefe
that spake so fayre and falsely inward thought
hys be the sclawnder as yt by reason ought [5]
and vnto her thank perpetuel
that in suche a nede helpe can so well
