For many a lie is told, that semeth full trewe.
But think that she, so bounteous and fair,
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Coud not be fals: imagine this algate;
And think that tonges wikke wold her appair,
Slaundering her name and worshipfull estat,
And lovers true to setten at debat:
And though thow seest a faut right at thyne y,
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Excuse it blyve, and glose it pretily.