Allas! that your renoun shuld be so lowe!
Ye be than fro your heritage y-throwe
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By Crueltee, that occupieth your place;
And we despeired, that seken to your grace.
Have mercy on me, thou Herenus quene,
That you have sought so tenderly and yore;
Let som streem of your light on me be sene
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That love and drede you, ay lenger the more.