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 HAD a page, a little page, Who served me all the day, Whose lute did sing my joyfulness, And charm my griefs away. I decked him with my riband blue, And called him all mine own, And thought with pride, " It will be good When this my page is grown." I had a knight, a dainty knight, W T ho oftentimes rebelled, And many a struggle sharp had we Whose pride should first be quelled ;