But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
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And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe,
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
64. So muche, day by day, his owene thought,
For lust to hir, gan quiken and encrese,
That every other charge he sette at nought;
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For-thy ful ofte, his hote fyr to cese,
To seen hir goodly look he gan to prese;