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But of my wo, that in Regard is noght,
[716] The wich myne hart felith euer more.
and invokes Death.
O deth, allace! whi hath yow me forbore
That of remed haith the ſo long beſoght!”
Thus neueremore he ſeſith to compleine,
[720] This woful knyght that felith not bot peine;
Thus the smart of love’s sorrow pricketh him.
So prekith hyme the ſmert of loues ſore,