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 With a wried neck, God give us better fare Than his that hath a twisted throat to wear; But truly for his love God hath him brought There where his heavy body grieves him nought Nor all the people plucking at his feet; But in his face his lady's face is sweet, And through his lips her kissing lips are gone: God send him peace, and joy of such an one. This is the story of St. Dorothy. I will you of your mercy pray for me Because I wrote these sayings for your grace, That I may one day see her in the face.