The Temple of Glass

How mayst thou now so cruelly and so narowe Witħ oute cause hurte me and wounde And takest none hede my sorowes to founde But liche a birde that fleetħ at her desire Tyl sodeynl...

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That ther may be of al your old smertis A ful relees vnder ioye assured And that one lok be of your bothe hertis Shet with my keye of gold so wel pured Only in signe that ye hau...