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*That in this derke worlde me [wynt] and ledeth,
*The herte [in-with] my sorowful brest yow dredeth,
*And loveth so sore, that ye ben verrayly
*The maistresse of my wit, and [nothing I].
*My word, my werk, is knit so in your bonde,
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*That, [as an harpe obeyeth to the honde]
*[And maketh] hit soune after his fingeringe,
*Right so mowe ye out of myn herte bringe