If that I thinke his thank to fele.
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My good, myn harm, lyth hool in me;
In Love may no defaute be;
For trewe Love ne failid never man.
Sothly, the faute mot nedis than
(As God forbede!) be founde in me,
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And how it cometh, I can not see.
Now lat it goon as it may go;