With rasour whetted never so kene,

That Gyle in braunches cut thrittene;

Ther can no wight distincte it so,

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That he dar sey a word therto.

'But what herberwe that ever I take,

Or what semblant that ever I make,

I mene but gyle, and folowe that;

For right no mo than Gibbe our cat

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