¶ 'I have of sorwe so gret woon,
That Ioye gete I never noon,
Now that I see my lady bright,
Which I have loved with al my might,
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Is fro me deed, and is a-goon.
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¶ Allas, [o] deeth! what ayleth thee,
That thou noldest have taken me,
Whan that thou toke my lady swete?