founde mater of mokel disese. Was not fayned love redily
purveyed, thy wittes to cacche and tourne thy good thoughtes?
Trewly, she hath wounded the conscience of many with florisshinge
of mokel jangling wordes; and good worthe thanked I it for
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no glose. I am glad of my prudence thou hast so manly her
†weyved. To me art thou moche holden, that in thy kynde
course of good mening I returne thy mynde. I trowe, ne had
I shewed thee thy Margaryte, thou haddest never returned. Of
first in good parfit joye was ever fayned love impacient, as the