Unto my lady, stable, true, and sure,
Feithfull and kind, sith first that she began
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Me to accept in service as her man:
To her be all the plesure of this boke,
That, whan her like, she may it rede and loke.
When I was yong, at eighteen yere of age,
Lusty and light, desirous of pleasaunce,
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Approching on full sadde and ripe corage,