I mote be deed; I may not chese.
And if that thou foryete me,
Myn herte shal never in lyking be;
Nor elles-where finde solace,
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If I be put out of your grace,
As it shal never been, I hope;
Than shulde I fallen in wanhope.
[Here, at l. 4070 of the French text, ends the work of G. de Lorris; and begins the work of Jean de Meun.]
Allas, in wanhope?—nay, pardee!