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Vnto me dere broder my loue and my herte

Turmente me no more with thyn othes grete

Come vnto my Ioye and agayne reuerte

From the deuylles snare and his sutyl net

Beware of the worlde all aboute the set

Thy flesshe is redy by concupyscence

To burne thy herte with cursed vyolence

Thoughe these thre enmyes do sore the assayle