Which hath here hertes so betrapped,
How that thei mihten winne a speche, 1360
Who loveth wel, it mai noght misse,
Bot if that thei som weie finde;
For love is evere of such a kinde
And hath his folk so wel affaited,
Ther mai noman the pourpos lette:
And thus betwen hem tuo thei sette 1370
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