Give place, ye lovers, here before
  That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
My lady’s beauty passeth more
  The best of yours, I dare well sayen,
Than doth the sun the candle light,
Or brightest day the darkest night.

And thereto hath a troth as just
  As had Penelope the fair;
For what she saith, ye may it trust,
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