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LIX.
OF THE DULEWEID.
The burning sparkis of Helens angells ee,
But missing any, woundit eviry wicht
That come within the boushot of her sicht;
Bot Love, vhose harte compassion had to see
Sa many lovers, but redemption, dee,
Vha war attrapit with so sueet a slicht,
In murning blak he cled this beutie bricht,
As funerall mark and handsenȝie to be.
But all in vane, alace! I must confes;
For why? a thousand lovers not the les,
Thoght they persaivd that Burrio Death to bost
Within [hir] eyis, and sau him vhar he sat,
Ȝit feirles ran they, not withstanding that,
To se these eyis; and syn gaiv vp the ghost.
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