That any herte shulde slepy be
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In whom that Love his fyry dart wol smyte.
But as I lay this other night wakinge,
I thoghte how lovers had a tokeninge,
And among hem it was a comune tale,
That it were good to here the nightingale
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Rather than the lewde cukkow singe.
And then I thoghte, anon as it was day,