He fedde hem day by day, that swich noblesse,
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As seyden bothe the moste and eek the leste,
Was never er that day wist at any feste.
64. Nor in this world ther is non instrument
Delicious, through wind, or touche, or corde,
As fer as any wight hath ever y-went,
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That tonge telle or herte may recorde,
That at that feste it nas wel herd acorde;