Yet suffre we the hete of loves fire,
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And after than other haply we desire.
O Fortune cursed, why now and wherefore
Hast thow,' they seid, 'beraft us libertè,
Sith nature yave us instrument in store,
And appetyt to love and lovers be?
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Why mot we suffer suche adversitè,
Diane to serve, and Venus to refuse?