To reve a wight that most is to him dere,
To preve in that thy [gerful] violence.
Thus am I lost, ther helpeth no defence!
42. O verray lord of love, O god, allas!
That knowest best myn herte and al my thought,
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What shal my sorwful lyf don in this cas
If I for-go that I so dere have bought?
Sin ye Cryseyde and me han fully brought
In-to your grace, and bothe our hertes seled,