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That thee is sent, receyve in buxumnesse,
The wrastling for this worlde axeth a fal.
Her nis non hoom, her nis but wildernesse:
Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!
Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al;
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Hold the hye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede:
And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede.
Envoy.