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Now he hurteth, and now he cureth,
For selde in oo poynt Love endureth.
Now is it right me to procede,
How Shame gan medle and take hede,
Thurgh whom felle angres I have had;
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And how the stronge wal was maad,
And the castell of brede and lengthe,
That God of Love wan with his strengthe.