Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight | a | ||||
Again the sun their eyes for to defend; | b | ||||
And some because the light doth them offend | b | ||||
Do never 'pear but in the dark or night. | a | ||||
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Other rejoice that see the fire bright | a | |||
And ween to play in it, as they do pretend, | b | ||||
And find the contrary of it that they intend. | b | ||||
Alas, of that sort I may be by right, | a | ||||
For to withstand her look I am not able | c | ||||
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And yet can I not hide me in no dark place, | d | |||
Remembrance so followeth me of that face. | d | ||||
So that with teary eyen, swollen and unstable, | c | ||||
My destiny to behold her doth me lead, | e | ||||
Yet do I know I run into the gleed. | e | ||||
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