Of alle Ioye hadde opned hir the yate.
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68. And shortly of this proces for to pace,
So wel his werk and wordes he bisette,
That he so ful stood in his lady grace,
That twenty thousand tymes, or she lette,
She thonked god she ever with him mette;
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So coude he him governe in swich servyse,
That al the world ne mighte it bet devyse.