For love wil not be countrepleted, indede:
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Sey as she seith, than shalt thou not be shent,
The crow is whyte; ye, truly, so I rede:
And ay what thing that she thee will forbede,
Eschew all that, and give her sovereintee,
Her appetyt folow in all degree.
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The sixteenth statut, kepe it if thow may:—
Seven sith at night thy lady for to plese,