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Of Love, that took and wounded me,
And seide: 'Sir, so mote I thee,
I may no loye have in no wyse,
Upon no syde, but it ryse;
For sithe (if I shal not feyne)
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In herte I have had so gret peyne,
So gret annoy, and such affray,
That I ne wot what I shal say;