Let other lovers put hem-self in prees;
Their seson is, my tyme is now forgete.
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Fortune by strength the forcer hath unshet
Wherin was sperd al my worldly richesse,
And al the goodes which that I have gete
In my best tyme of youthe and lustinesse.
Love hath me kept under his governaunce;
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If I misdid, god graunt me forgifnesse!