So richely, and eek so fair with-al,
So yong, so lusty, with her eyen glade,
That, if [that god], that heven and erthe made,
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Wolde han a love, for beaute and goodnesse,
And womanhod, and trouthe, and seemlinesse,
Whom sholde he loven but this lady swete?
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There nis no womman to him half so mete.
Fortune, that hath the world in governaunce,