For never yet, the dayës of my lyve,
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So inly fair I have non seen, trewly.
In her estate, assured utterly,
There wanted naught, I dare you wel assure,
That longed to a goodly crëature.
And furthermore, to speke of her aray,
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I shal you tel the maner of her gown;
Of clothe of gold ful riche, it is no nay;