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Forget not
yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life
ye knew, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell
can,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet the great
assays,
The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways,
The
painful patience in denays
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath
been, and is,
The mind that never means amiss;
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet thine own
approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,
Forget not
this.
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