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And, mighty goddes! through thy purviaunce
My wit, my thought, my lust and love so gyde,
That to thyne honour I may me provyde
To set myne herte in place there I may lyke,
And gladly serve with all affeccioun.
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Gret is the pain which at myn hert doth stik.
Till I be sped by thyn eleccioun:
Help, lady goddes! that possessioun