Thus herde I foules in the morweninge
Upon the day of saint Valentyne singe.
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'And over this, myn hertes lust to-bente,
In honour only of the wodëbynde,
Hoolly I yeve, never to repente
In joye or wo, wher-so that I wynde
Tofore Cupyde, with his eyën blynde':—
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The foules alle, whan Tytan did springe,