And with that word Thought bad farewell and yede:
Eke furth went I to seen the courtes gyse:
And at the dore cam in, so god me spede,
†Twey courteours of age and of assyse
Liche high, and brode, and, as I me advyse,
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The Golden Love, and Leden Love thay hight:
The ton was sad, the toder glad and light.
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'Yis! draw your hart, with all your force and might,