Lusty and fresh, demure of countynaunce,
Yong and wel shap, with here [that] shoon as gold,
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With yen as cristall, farced with plesaunce;
And she gan stir myne harte a lite to daunce;
But sodenly she vanissh gan right there:
Thus I may sey, I love and wot not where.
For what she is, ne her dwelling I not,
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And yet I fele that love distraineth me: