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XLI. [TO THE SAME.]
So suete a kis ȝistrene fra thee I reft,In bouing doun thy body on the bed,
That evin my lyfe within thy lippis I left;
Sensyne from thee my spirits wald neuer shed;
To folou thee it from my body fled,
And left my corps als cold as ony kie.
Bot vhen the danger of my death I dred,
To seik my spreit I sent my harte to thee;
Bot it wes so inamored with thyn ee,
With thee it myndit lykuyse to remane:
So thou hes keepit captive all the thrie,
More glaid to byde then to returne agane.
Except thy breath thare places had suppleit,
Euen in thyn armes thair doutles had I deit.
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