Com now, sin I so ofte after thee calle,
[For sely is that deeth], soth for to seyne,
That, ofte y-cleped, cometh and endeth peyne.
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73. Wel wot I, whyl my lyf was in quiete,
[Er thou me slowe], I wolde have yeven hyre;
But now thy cominge is to me so swete,
That in this world I no-thing so desyre.
O deeth, sin with this sorwe I am a-fyre,
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