Your high renome, your womanly beautè;
Your governaunce, to al worship able,
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Putteth every herte in ese in his degree.
O violet, O flour desiree,
Sith I am for you so amorous,
Estreynez moy, [lady,] de cuer joyous!
With fervent herte my brest hath broste on fyre;
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L'ardant espoir que mon cuer poynt, est mort,