Hastely thyn hert in ful blisse with her shal be esed. Therfore dismay
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thee nat; Fortune, in hate grevously ayenst thy bodily person,
ne yet to gret tempest hath she nat sent to thee, sithen the holding
cables and ankers of thy lyfe holden by knitting so faste, that
thou discomforte thee nought of tyme that is now, ne dispayre
thee not of tyme to come, but yeven thee comfort in hope of
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weldoing, and of getting agayn the double of thy lesing, with
encresing love of thy Margarite-perle therto! For this, hiderto,