[Thogh] I wolde deye, hit wolde not so;
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For whan I folwe hit, hit wol flee;
I wolde have [hit], hit nil not me.
This is my peyne withoute reed,
Alway deying, and be not deed,
That Sesiphus, that lyth in helle,
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May not of more sorwe telle.
And who so wiste al, by my trouthe,