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Be she mayde, be she wyf,
That quik wol selle hir, by hir lyf.
How faire chere that ever she make,
He is a wrecche, I undirtake,
That loveth such one, for swete or sour,
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Though she him calle hir paramour,
And laugheth on him, and makith him feeste.
For certeynly no suche [a] beeste