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Be merciable with thy fire of grace,
And fix myne hert there bewtie is and routh,
For hote I love, determine in no place,
Sauf only this, by god and by my trouth,
Trowbled I was with slomber, slepe, and slouth
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This other night, and in a visioun
I sey a woman romen up and down,
Of mene stature, and seemly to behold,