Than ever in you be founden variaunce;
And, though your lyf be medled with grevaunce,
And, at your herte, closed be your wounde,
Beth alway one, ther-as ye are bounde!'
Thát whan I had herd, and listed longe,
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With devout herte, the lusty melodye
Of this hevenly comfortable songe
So ágreable, as by harmonye,
I roos anon, and faste gan me hye