¶ The firste tyme, alas! that I was wroght,
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And for certeyn effectes hider broght
By him that lordeth ech intelligence,
I yaf my trewe servise and my thoght,
For evermore—how dere I have hit boght!—
To hir, that is of so gret excellence,
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That what wight that first sheweth his presence,
When she is wroth and taketh of him no cure,