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Poets ther ben in plenteous line yt take ye auncient theme / Of singing to a ladye's eyen whiche maken them to dreme, / And through ye blessed hours of slepe -- thilk eyen or browne or blue / Doe soothe ye poet's slumbers deep: by goddiswoundes thaie doe!
O gentil reder, wit ye well, yt mony soche ther bee, / And whan an eyefulle damosel hath made a hitte wyth mee, / Hir eyen ben soe o'erpassing bright yt holden mee in thrall, / I tosse about ye livelong night, nor can ne slepe atte all.