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Thus fer from you, my soverain lady dere!
So wolde god your love wold me slo,
Sith, for your sake, I singe day by day;
Herte, why nilt thou [never] breke a-two,
Sith with my lady dwellen I ne may?
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Thus many a roundel and many a virelay
In fresshe Englisshe, whan I me layser finde,
I do recorde, on you to have minde!