That thorough-out might no man me espy.
To this lady he com ful curteisly
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Whan he thought tyme to daunce with her a trace;
Sith in an herber made ful pleasauntly
They rested hem, fro thens but litel space.
Nigh hem were none, a certayn of compace,
But only they, as fer as I coud see;
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And save the trayle, ther I had chose my place,