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Bird unto bird, and woman unto man;
This is the lyfe of joye that we ben in,
Resembling lyfe of hevenly paradyse;
Love is exyler ay of vice and sin;
Love maketh hertes lusty to devyse;
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Honour and grace have thay, in every wyse,
That been to loves law obedient;
Love makith folk benigne and diligent;