So yif me might to ryme hit and endyte!
The Story.
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This forseid African me hente anoon,
And forth with him unto a gate broghte
Right of a parke, walled with grene stoon;
And over the gate, with lettres large y-wroghte,
Ther weren vers y-writen, as me thoghte,
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On eyther halfe, of ful gret difference,