In my tale, for pure fere
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Lest my wordes mis-set were.
With sorweful herte, and woundes dede,
Softe and quaking for pure drede
And shame, and stinting in my tale
For ferde, and myn hewe al pale,
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Ful ofte I wex bothe pale and reed;
Bowing to hir, I heng the heed;