Of hem that nombred been un-to thy grace,
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Hast holpen, ther I lykly was to sterve,
And me bistowed in so heygh a place
That thilke boundes may no blisse pace,
I can no more, but laude and reverence
Be to thy bounte and thyn excellence!'
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183. And therwith-al Criseyde anoon he kiste,
Of which, certeyn, she felte no disese.