For ought I woot, for no-thing elles is
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But for the cause that we sholden twinne.
Considered al, ther nis no-more amis.
But what is thanne a remede un-to this,
But that we shape us sone for to mete?
This al and som, my dere herte swete.
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183. Now that I shal wel bringen it aboute
To come ayein, sone after that I go,