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Patience, Though I Have Not

Patience, though I have not
  The thing that I require,
I must of force, God wot,
  Forbear my most desire;
For no ways can I find  
To sail against the wind.
 
Patience, do what they will
  To work me woe or spite,
I shall content me still
  To think both day and night,
To think and hold my peace,
Since there is no redress.
 
Patience, withouten blame,
  For I offended nought;
I know they know the same,
  Though they have changed their thought.
Was ever thought so moved
To hate that it hath loved?
 
Patience of all my harm,
  For fortune is my foe;
Patience must be the charm
  To heal me of my woe:
Patience without offence
Is a painful patience.
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