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Than upon him scho kest up baith hir Ene, And with ane blenk it come into his thocht, That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene. Bot scho was in sic plye he knew hir nocht, Yit than hir luik into his mynd it brocht The sweit visage and amorous blenking Of fair Cresseid sumtyme his awin darling.
— ROBERT HENRYSON