For ther was noon of hem that feyned
To singe, for ech of hem him peyned
To finde out mery crafty notes;
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They ne spared not hir throtes.
And, sooth to seyn, my chambre was
Ful wel depeynted, and with glas
Were al the windowes wel y-glased,
Ful clere, and nat an hole y-crased,
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