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'Unto the mortal strokes of the spere,
Of which Disdayn and Daunger is the gyde,
Ther tree shal never fruyt ne leves bere.
This streem you ledeth to the sorwful were,
Ther as the fish in prison is al drye;
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Theschewing is only the remedye.'
Thise vers of gold and blak y-writen were,
The whiche I gan a stounde to beholde,