My wounde abydeth lyk a sursanure;
For me Fortune so felly list dispose,
My harm is hid, that I dar not disclose.
For I my herte have set in suche a place
Wher I am never lykly for to spede;
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So fer I am hindred from her grace
That, save daunger, I have non other mede.
And thus, alas! I not who shal me rede
Ne for myn helpe shape remedye,