Somtyme, yif that Ielosye hit knewe,
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They mighten lightly leye hir heed to borowe;
Somtyme envyous folke with tunges horowe
Depraven hem; alas! whom may they plese?
But he be fals, no lover hath his ese.
But what availeth suche a long sermoun
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Of aventures of love, up and doun?