Of love, and every [loveres] wyle,
It was [the] harder hir to gyle.
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Of Bialacoil she took ay hede,
That ever he liveth in wo and drede.
He kepte him coy and eek privee,
Lest in him she hadde see
Any foly countenaunce,
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For she knew al the olde daunce.