163. Tho woful teres that they leten falle
As bittre weren, [out of teres kinde],
For peyne, as is ligne aloës or galle.
So bittre teres weep nought, as I finde,
The woful [Myrra] through the bark and rinde.
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That in this world ther nis so hard an herte,
That nolde han rewed on hir peynes smerte.
164. But whan hir woful wery gostes tweyne
Retorned been ther-as hem oughte dwelle,