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Thy might, thy vertu goth away.
A sory gest, in goode fay,
Thou [herberedest than] in thyn inne,
The God of Love whan thou let inne!
Wherfore I rede, thou shette him out,
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Or he shal greve thee, out of doute;
For to thy profit it wol turne,
If he nomore with thee soiourne.