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So that his sorrowes importunate, +Had ended his life incontinent, Had not Lady Venus grace, Lady Lady, Pitied her poore seruants case, (5) My deer Ladie. ¶ For when she saw the torments strong, Wherewith the Knight was sore opprest, Which he God knowes had suffered long, Al through this Ladies mercilesse, (10) Of their desires she made exchange, Ladie, Ladie. And wrought a myracle most strange, My deer Ladie. ¶ So that this Ladie faithfully, (15) Did loue this Knight aboue all other: And he vnto the contrarie, Did hate her then aboue all measure, And pitifull she did complaine: ladie, ladie. Requiring fauour, and might not obtaine. (20) My deer ladie. ¶ But when she saw, that in no case, She might vnto his loue attaine: And that she could not finde some grace, To ease her long enduring paine, (25) And that his hart wold not remoue. Lady, ladieWithout all cure he died for loue, My deer. ¶ Besides these matters maruelous, One other thing I wil you tell: Of one whose name was Narcissus, (30) A man whose beautie doth excel.