And from the morwe forth til hit be eve;
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Ther nedeth me no care for to borwe,
For bothe I have good leyser and good leve;
Ther is no wight that wol me wo bereve
To wepe y-nogh, and wailen al my fille;
The sore spark of peyne doth me spille.
II. (In Terza Rima; imperfect.)
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[The sore spark of peyne doth me spille;]