She was not cause of myn adversite,
But he that wroghte hir, also mot I thee,
That putte suche a beaute in hir face,
That made me to covete and purchace
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Myn owne deth; him wyte I that I dye,
And myn unwit, that ever I clomb so hye.
An Appeal for Sympathy.
¶ But to yow, hardy knightes of renoun,
Sin that ye be of my divisioun,