So gracious and debonair,
Quitte him to me ful curteisly,
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And, me to plese, bad that I
Shuld drawe me to the botoun nere;
Prese in, to touche the rosere
Which bar the roses, he yaf me leve;
This graunt ne might but litel greve.
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And for he saw it lyked me,