He might be deed and graven under stoon
Or ever he shulde his hertes ese restore.
In her fayled nothing, as I coud gesse,
O wyse nor other, prevy nor apert;
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A garnison she was of al goodnesse
To make a frounter for a lovers hert;
Right yong and fresshe, a woman ful covert;
Assured wel her port and eke her chere,
Wel at her ese, withouten wo or smert,