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That lyk a lyoun in victorie he was founde;
To him commende us, of mercy most habounde!
O precious perle, withouten any pere,
Cockle with gold dew from above berayned,
Thou busshe unbrent, fyrles set a-fere,
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Flambing with fervence, not with hete payned;
Thou during daysye, with no †weder stayned;
Flees undefouled of gentil Gedeon,