And Wikked-Tunge, ful of envye,

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Of whiche the sharpe and cruel ire

Ful oft me put in gret martire.

They han my Ioye fully let,

Sith Bialacoil they have bishet

Fro me in prisoun wikkidly,

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Whom I love so entierly,

That it wol my bane be,