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 Inside her tender palm and thin.

Now give me pardon, dear, wherein

My voice is weak and vexes thee.

All men that see her any time,

I charge you straightly in this rhyme,

What, and wherever you may be,

To kneel before her; as for me,

I choke and grow quite faint to see

My lady moving graciously.