To look on this defouled ye not holde;
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And over al this, that ye, my lady dere,
Wol vouche-sauf this lettre to biholde.
And by the cause eek of my cares colde,
That sleeth my wit, if ought amis me asterte,
For-yeve it me, myn owene swete herte.
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193. If any servant dorste or oughte of right
Up-on his lady pitously compleyne,