Alone to wander, voide of company,
And on my ladys bewtee for to muse,
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And to think [it] no force to live or dye;
And eft again to think the remedy,
How to her grace I might anon attain,
And tell my wo unto my souverain.
The seventh statut was, To be pacient,
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Whether my lady joyfull were or wroth;