Shal for his mede finde most offence,
That serveth love with al his diligence;
For who can faynë, under lowliheed,
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Ne fayleth not to finde grace and speed.
For I loved oon, ful longë sith agoon,
With al my herte, body, and ful might,
And, to be deed, my herte can not goon
From his hest, but holde that he hath hight;
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