So ferr I fallyng into lufis dance,That sodeynly my wit, my contenance,My hert, my will, my nature and my mynd,Was changit clene ryght in anothir kynd.
The bird, the beste, the fisch eke in the see, They lyve in fredome, euerich in his kynd, And I, a man, and lakkith libertee!
I knowe wele by thy fisnamy, thy kynd it were to stele.
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