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Unto my heart as its best secrets are.

And thus, when he in such sore wise doth mar

My life that all its strength seems gone from it,

Mine inmost being then feels throughly [sic] quit

Of anguish, and all evil keeps afar.

Love also gathers to such power in me

That my sighs speak, each one a grievous thing,

Always soliciting

My lady's salutation piteously.

Whenever she beholds me, it is so,

Who is more sweet than any words can show.

''Quomodo sedet sola civitas plena populo! facta est quasi vidua domina gentium!''

I was still occupied with this poem, (having