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Behold love, thy power how she despiseth:
My great pain, how little she regardeth
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath: and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.

— Thomas Wyatt

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Therefore fear not to assay
To gather, ye that may,
The flower that this day
Is fresher than the next.

And I have leave to go, of her goodness;
And she also to use new-fangleness.

For as saith a proverb notable,
Each thing seeketh his semblable.

Whoso list to hunt? I know where is an hind!

I cannot * * * say that Pan
Passeth Apollo in music manyfold;
Praisé Sir Thopas for a noble tale,
And scorn the story that the Knighté told.

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