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I would in that sweet bosom be

(O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me.

Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart

(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part.

Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart.