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This gentil May, fulfilled of pitee, |
| Right of hire hand a lettre made she, |
| 785 | In which she graunteth hym hire verray grace. |
| Ther lakketh noght, oonly but day and place, |
| Wher that she myghte unto his lust suffise; |
| For it shal be right as he wole devyse. |
| And whan she saugh hir tyme, upon a day, |
| 790 | To visite this Damyan gooth May, |
| And sotilly this lettre doun she threste |
| Under his pilwe, rede it if hym leste. |
| She taketh hym by the hand, and harde hym twiste |
| So secrely that no wight of it wiste, |
| 795 | And bad hym been al hool, and forth she wente |
| To Januarie, whan that he for hire sente. |
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| This gentle May, fulfilled of all pity, |
| With her own hand a letter then wrote she |
| 785 | In which she granted him her utmost grace; |
| There was naught lacking now, except time and place |
| Wherein she might suffice to ease his lust: |
| For all should be as he would have it, just; |
| And when she'd opportunity on a day, |
| 790 | To visit Damian went this lovely May, |
| And cleverly this letter she thrust close |
| Under his pillow, read it if he chose. |
| She took him by the hand and hard did press, |
| So secretly that no one else could guess, |
| 795 | And bade him gain his health, and forth she went |
| To January, when for her he sent. |
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