[As plaunte a tre or herbe], in sondry wyse,
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And on the morwe pulle it up as blyve,
No wonder is, though it may never thryve.
139. And sith that god of love hath thee bistowed
In place digne un-to thy worthinesse,
Stond faste, for to [good port hastow rowed];
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And of thy-self, for any hevinesse,
Hope alwey wel; for, but-if drerinesse