A lover trew, that he ne was adred,
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When he expresse hath herd the statut red.
The seventeenth statut, Whan age approchith on,
And lust is leid, and all the fire is queint,
As freshly than thou shalt begin to fon,
And dote in love, and all her image paint
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In rémembraunce, til thou begin to faint,
†As in the first seson thyn hert began: