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That had be naught, ne hadde love y-be!
For Love his servaunts ever-more amendeth,
And from al evel taches hem defendeth,
And maketh hem to brenne right as fyr
In trouthë and in worshipful desyr,
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And, whom him liketh, joye y-nough hem sendeth.'
'Thou Nightingale,' he seyde, 'hold thee stille;