I flater noght, that may wite every wight;
For this day in hir servise shal I dye;
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But grace be, I see hir never with yë.
A Lady in fear and woe.
¶ To whom shal I than pleyne of my distresse?
Who may me helpe, who may my harm redresse?
Shal I compleyne unto my lady free?
Nay, certes! for she hath such hevinesse,
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