Althogh thou haddest never part;
Wherfor, al-so god me blesse,
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Ioves halt hit greet humblesse
And vertu eek, that thou wolt make
A-night ful ofte thyn heed to ake,
In thy studie so thou wrytest,
And ever-mo of love endytest,
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In honour of him and preysinges,