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 My lady glided off by stealth To wed a lozel for his wealth— And this was Loyalty's repayment!

The language of the trusting heart, The soothfast fondness firm, but tender— Are now to most a studied part, A tongue assumed, a trick of art, Whereof no meaning can I render.

And hence I say that loyal love Hath flemed the Earth and fled to Heaven; And that not here, but there above, Souls may love rightfully, and prove Hope is no shadow—Bliss no sweven!