Hir godly looking gladede al the prees.
Nas never seyn thing to ben preysed derre,
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Nor under cloude blak so bright a sterre
26. As was Criseyde, as folk seyde everichoon
That hir bihelden in hir blake wede;
And yet she stood ful lowe and stille alloon,
Bihinden othere folk, in litel brede,
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And neigh the dore, ay under shames drede,