To yelde thee so redily,
And to Love, of his gret maistry.
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'I rede thee Love awey to dryve,
That makith thee recche not of thy lyve.
The foly more fro day to day
Shal growe, but thou it putte away.
Take with thy teeth the bridel faste,
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To daunte thyn herte; and eek thee caste,