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This Love, that hath me set in such a place
That my desir [he] nevere wol fulfille,
For neither pitee, mercy, neither grace
Can I nat fynde, and yit my sorwful herte
For to be deed I can hit nought arace.
The more I love, the more she doth me smerte,
Thourgh which I see withoute remedye
That from the deeth I may no wyse asterte.