Ne han of Elde companye,
Men hate to be of hir alye.
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For no man wolde bicomen olde,
Ne dye, whan he is yong and bolde.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they remembre hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
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Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse,