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With serving still
This have I won,
For my goodwill
To be undone;

And for redress
Of all my pain,

Disdainfulness
I have again;

And for reward
Of all my smart
Lo, thus unheard,
I must depart!

Wherefore all ye
That after shall
By fortune be,
As I am, thrall,

Example take
What I have won,
Thus for her sake
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