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Nor your counsayl to know, so god me save!
If such beleve be in your mynde y-grave
That litel thing may do you greet plesaunce,
You to begyle, or make you for to rave,
I wil nat cause no suche encomberaunce!'
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Lam. 'What ever it be that me hath thus purchased,
Wening hath nat disceyved me, certayn,
But fervent love so sore hath me y-chased