She never mighte be thy tormentour;
Thou never dreddest hir oppressioun,
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Ne in hir chere founde thou no savour.
Thou knewe wel deceit of hir colour,
And that hir moste worshipe is to lye.
I knowe hir eek a fals dissimulour:
For fynally, Fortune, I thee defye!
II. La respounse de Fortune au Pleintif.
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