For Love hath no resoun but his wille;
For ofte sithe untrewe folk he eseth,
And trewe folk so bitterly displeseth
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That, for defaute of grace, he let hem spille.
With such a lorde wol I never be;
For he is blind alwey, and may not see;
And whom he hit he not, or whom he fayleth;
And in his court ful selden trouthe avayleth;
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