How, maugre Iuno, Eneas,
For al hir sleighte and hir compas,
Acheved al his aventure;
For Iupiter took of him cure
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At the prayere of Venus;
The whiche I preye alway save us,
And us ay of our sorwes lighte!
Whan I had [seyen] al this sighte
In this noble temple thus,