Nought repented, nor in no wyse complayned.'
Lam. 'Who thinketh il, no good may him befal;
God, of his grace, graunt ech man his desert!
But, for his love, among your thoughtes al,
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As think upon my woful sorowes smert;
For of my payne, wheder your tender hert
Of swete pitè be not therwith agreved,
And if your grace to me were discovert,
Than, by your mene, sone shulde I be releved.'