Note 176 — Chapter III · ORIGINS OF LINES AND STANZAS
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To whom shal I then pleyne of my distresse? Who may me helpe? Who may my harm redresse? Shall I compleyne unto my lady fre? } Nay, certes! for she hath such hevynesse, } For fere, and eek for wo, that, as I gesse, } In litil tyme it wol her bane be. } But were she sauf, it were no fors of me! Alas! that ever lovers mote endure, For love, | so ma|ny a pe|rilous a|venture!
(ll. 191-199.)