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That I ne wolde no virtue to me calle
In al my youthe, but vyces ay cheryce.
Of whiche I aske mercy of thee, lord,
That art almighty god in majestè,
Beseking thee, to make so even accord
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Betwix thee and my soule, that vanitè
Of worldly lust, ne blynd prosperitè
Have no lordship over my flesshe so frele.