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Al our lovë is but ydelnesse
Save your aloon; who might therto attayne?
Who-so wol have a name of gentillesse,
I counsayle him in love that he not fayne.
Thou swete lady! refut in every payne,
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Whos [pitous] mercy most to me avayleth
To gye by grace, whan that fortune fayleth.
Nought may be told, withouten any fable,