| 155 |
But now to purpos, as I first bigan: |
| This worthy Phebus dooth al that he kan |
| To plesen hir, wenynge that swich plesaunce, |
| And for his manhede and his governaunce, |
| That no man sholde han put hym from hire grace. |
| 160 | But God it woot, ther may no man embrace |
| As to destreyne a thyng, which that nature |
| Hath natureelly set in a creature. |
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| 155 |
But now to purpose, as I first began: |
| This worthy Phoebus did all that a man |
| Could do to please, thinking that by such pleasures, |
| And by his manhood and his other measures |
| To make her love him and keep faithful, too. |
| 160 | But God knows well that nothing man may do |
| Will ever keep restrained a thing that nature |
| Has made innate in any human creature. |
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