5 And in my heart his iron arrow steep, 6 Soon as I think upon my bitter bale:
bale > woe
7 Such helpless harms it's better hidden keep,
helpless > {Beyond remedy} hidden keep > [to keep hidden]
8 Than rip up grief, where it may not avail, 9 My last left comfort is my woes to weep and wail."
left > remaining weep and wail > {Trans.: weep over and bewail}
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Ah Ladie deare, quoth then the gentle knight,
2 Well may I weene, your griefe is wondrous great;
For wondrous great griefe groneth in my spright,
4 Whiles thus I heare you of your sorrowes treat.
But wofull Ladie let me you intrete,
6 For to vnfold the anguish of your hart:
Mishaps are maistred by aduice discrete,
8 And counsell mittigates the greatest smart;
Found neuer helpe, who neuer would his hurts impart.
1 "Ah lady dear," quoth then the gentle knight,
gentle > noble