And lasse than other folk, algate.
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And thou here watchest at the gate,
With spere in thyne arest alway;
There muse, musard, al the day.
Thou wakest night and day for thought;
Y-wis, thy traveyl is for nought.
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And Ielousye, withouten faile,
Shal never quyte thee thy travaile.