And of al thisright noght, y-wis,ye recche.
Ne never momyn yën twobe drye,
And to your routheand to your troutheI crye.
But welawey!to fer be theyto fecche;
Thus holdeth memy destineea wrecche.
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But me to redeout of this dredeor gye
Ne may my wit,so weyk is hit,not strecche.
Conclusion.
Than ende I thus, sith I may do no more,