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Pite that I have sought so yore agoo	A
With herte soore and ful of besy peyne	B
That in this world was never wight so woo	C
Withoute deth and yf I shal not feyne	B
My purpos was to Pite to compleyne	B
Upon the crueltee and tirannye	D
Of Love that for my trouthe doth me dye	D
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And when that I be lengthe of certeyne yeres	E
Had evere in oon a tyme sought to speke	A
To Pitee ran I al bespreynt with teres	E
To prayen hir on Cruelte me awreke	A
But er I myghte with any word outbreke	A
Or tellen any of my peynes smerte	F
I fond hir ded and buried in an herte	F
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Adoun I fel when that I saugh the herse	E
Ded as a ston while that the swogh me laste	F
But up I roos with colour ful dyverse	E
And pitously on hir myn eyen I caste	F
And ner the corps I gan to presen faste	F
And for the soule I shop me for to preye	D
I was but lorn ther was no more to seye	D
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Thus am I slayn sith that Pite is ded	F
Allas that day that ever hyt shulde falle	G
What maner man dar now hold up his hed	F
To whom shal any sorwful herte calle	G
Now Cruelte hath cast to slee us alle	G
In ydel hope folk redeless of peyne	B
Syth she is ded to whom shul we compleyne	B
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But yet encreseth me this wonder newe	C
That no wight woot that she is ded but I	D
So many men as in her tyme hir knewe	C
And yet she dyed not so sodeynly	G
For I have sought hir ever ful besely	G
Sith first I hadde wit or mannes mynde	F
But she was ded er that I koude hir fynde	F
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Aboute hir herse there stoden lustely	G
Withouten any woo as thoughte me	H
Bounte parfyt wel armed and richely	G
And fresshe Beaute Lust and Jolyte	F
Assured Maner Youthe and Honeste	F
Wisdom Estaat Drede and Governaunce	E
Confedred both by honde and alliaunce	E
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A compleynt had I writen in myn hond	F
For to have put to Pite as a bille	G
But when I al this companye ther fond	F
That rather wolden al my cause spille	G
Then do me help I held my pleynte stille	G
For to that folk withouten any fayle	G
Withoute Pitee ther may no bille availe	G
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Then leve I al these vertues sauf Pite	F
Kepynge the corps as ye have herd me seyn	B
Confedered alle by bond of Cruelte Riv p	H
And ben assented when I shal be sleyn	B
And I have put my complaynt up ageyn	B
For to my foes my bille I dar not shewe	C
Th'effect of which seith thus in wordes fewe	C
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The Bill of Complaint	F
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Humblest of herte highest of reverence	E
Benygne flour coroune of vertues alle	G
Sheweth unto youre rial excellence	E
Youre servaunt yf I durste me so calle	G
Hys mortal harm in which he is yfalle	G
And noght al oonly for his evel fare	I
But for your renoun as he shal declare	I
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Hit stondeth thus your contraire Crueltee	F
Allyed is ayenst your regalye	D
Under colour of womanly Beaute	F
For men shulde not lo knowe hir tirannye	D
With Bounte Gentilesse and Curtesye	D
And hath depryved yow now of your place	E
That hyghte 'Beaute apertenant to Grace '	-
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For kyndely by youre herytage ryght	F
Ye ben annexed ever unto Bounte	F
And verrayly ye oughte do youre myght	F
To helpe Trouthe in his adversyte	F
Ye be also the corowne of Beaute	F
And certes yf ye wanten in these tweyne	B
The world is lore ther is no more to seyne	B
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Eke what availeth Maner and Gentilesse	E
Withoute yow benygne creature	J
Shal Cruelte be your governeresse	E
Allas what herte may hyt longe endure	K
Wherfore but ye the rather take cure	K
To breke that perilouse alliaunce	E
Ye sleen hem that ben in your obeisaunce	E
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And further over yf ye suffre this	E
Youre renoun ys fordoo than in a throwe	C
Ther shal no man wite well what Pite is	E
Allas that your renoun is falle so lowe	C
Ye be than fro youre heritage ythrowe	C
By Cruelte that occupieth youre place	E
And we despeyred that seken to your grace	E
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Have mercy on me thow Herenus quene	B
That yow have sought so tendirly and yore	L
Let som strem of youre lyght on me be sene	B
That love and drede yow ever lenger the more	L
For sothly for to seyne I bere the soore	L
And though I be not konnynge for to pleyne	B
For Goddis love have mercy on my peyne	B
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My peyne is this that what so I desire	L
That have I not ne nothing lyk therto	F
And ever setteth Desir myn hert on fire	L
Eke on that other syde where so I goo	A
What maner thing that may encrese my woo	A
That have I redy unsoght everywhere	L
Me lakketh but my deth and than my here	L
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What nedeth to shewe parcel of my peyne	B
Syth every woo that herte may bethynke	A
I suffre and yet I dar not to yow pleyne	B
For wel I wot although I wake or wynke	A
Ye rekke not whether I flete or synke	A
But natheles yet my trouthe I shal sustene	B
Unto my deth and that shal wel be sene	B
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This is to seyne I wol be youres evere	L
Though ye me slee by Crueltee your foo	A
Algate my spirit shal never dissevere	L
Fro youre servise for any peyne or woo	A
Sith ye be ded allas that hyt is soo	A
Thus for your deth I may wel wepe and pleyne	B
With herte sore and ful of besy peyne	B

Geoffrey Chaucer

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