As ofte as matere occupyeth place,
Me recomaunde un-to your noble grace.
190. Lyketh it yow to witen, swete herte,
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As ye wel knowe how longe tyme agoon
That ye me lafte in aspre peynes smerte,
Whan that ye wente, of which yet bote noon
Have I non had, but ever wers bigoon
Fro day to day am I, and so mot dwelle,
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