To love suche oon, al women surmounting,
To be benigne to me, and merciable,
That is of pitè the welle and eek the spring!
Wherfor of her, in laude and in praysing,
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So as I can, supported by her grace,
Right thus I say, kneling tofore her face:—
O sterre of sterres, with thy stremes clere,
Sterre of the see, to shipmen light and gyde,
O lusty living, most plesaunt to apere,