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Off oure language he was the lodesterre.
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For a story which is nat pleynli told, But constreynyd undir woordes fewe For lak off trouthe, wher thei be newe or olde, Men bi report kan…
There is no rose Spryngyng in gardeyns, but ther be sum thorn.
Trouthe wil out maugre of fals enuye, Rihtwysnesse may nat ben hid certeyn, As for a tyme it may been ovirleyn.
For princis ofte, of furious hastynesse, Wil cachche a quarrel, causeless in sentence, Ageyn folk absent, thouh ther be non offence.
Harde to likke hony out of a marbil stoon, For ther is nouthir licour nor moisture.
He as a kyng is crowned in Fairie, With sceptre and suerd, & with his regalie Shal resorte as lord and souereyne, Out of Fairye & regne in …
Odyous of olde been comparisonis.
The wheel of Fortune tourneth as a ball; Sodeyn clymbyng axeth a sodeyn fall.
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