Then the other piteous, full of misericorde, Fashioned for pleasure in love's fashioning :
" His heart's wound, I give my word,
Was got from eyes whose power's an o'er great thmg, Which eyes have left in his a glittering
That mine cannot endure.
" His heart's wound, I give my word,
Was got from eyes whose power's an o'er great thmg, Which eyes have left in his a glittering
That mine cannot endure.
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