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The princess has her lovers,A score of knights1 has she, And each can sing a madrigal,And praise her gracefully2.
But Love that is so bitterHath put within her heart A longing3 for the scornful knightWho silent stands apart.
And tho' the others praise and plead,She maketh no reply, Yet for a single word from him,I ween that she would die.
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On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody1Belly2 of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitter
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