Thou be my sheld, for thy benignitee.
77. For certes, lord, so sore hath she me wounded
That stod in blak, with loking of hir yën,
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That to myn hertes botme it is y-sounded,
Thorugh which I woot that I mot nedes dyen;
This is the worste, I dar me not [bi-wryen];
And wel the hotter been the gledes rede,
That men hem [wryen] with asshen pale and dede."
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