Wherfor now playnly I wol my style dresse
Of one to speke, at nede that wol nat fayle;
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Alas! for dole, I ne can ne may expresse
Her passing pryse, and that is no mervayle.
O wind of grace, now blow into my sayle!
O aureat licour of Cleo, for to wryte
My penne enspyre, of that I wolde endyte!
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Alas! unworthy I am and unable