And think that, for I wold becomen thrall,
And ben your own, as I have seyd before,
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Ye must of pity cherissh more and more
Your man, and tender aftir his desert,
And yive him corage for to ben expert.
For where that oon hath set his herte on fire,
And findeth nether refut ne plesaunce,
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Ne word of comfort, deth will quyte his hire.