The trewe man that in the herber lay,
And alle trewe forther, for his sake,
O gladde sterre, O lady Venus myne!
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And cause his lady him to grace take.
Her herte of stele to mercy so enclyne,
Er that thy bemes go up, to declyne,
And er that thou now go fro us adoun,
Fór that love thou haddest to Adoun!'
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