but yet let me deye, let me sterve withouten any mesure of
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penaunce, rather than myn hertely thinking comfort in ought
were disesed! What may my service avayle, in absence of her
that my service shulde accepte? Is this nat endeles sorowe to
thinke? Yes, yes, god wot; myn herte breketh nigh a-sonder.
How shulde the ground, without kyndly noriture, bringen forth
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any frutes? How shulde a ship, withouten a sterne, in the grete see
be governed? How shulde I, withouten my blisse, my herte, my