†And ever y-lyke fair, and fresh of hewe;
[And I love hit, and ever y-lyke newe],
*And ever shal, til that myn [herte] dye;
*[Al] swere I nat, [of this] I wol nat lye,
*Ther loved no wight hotter in his lyve.
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*And whan that hit is eve, I renne blyve,
As sone as ever the sonne ginneth [weste],
To seen this flour, how it wol go to reste,
For fere of night, so hateth she derknesse!