To make that fair, that trewly she
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Was hir cheef patron of beautee,
And cheef ensample of al hir werke,
And moustre; for, be hit never so derke,
Me thinketh I see hir ever-mo.
And yet more-over, thogh alle tho
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That ever lived were now a-lyve,
[They] ne sholde have founde to discryve