That no wight of his contenaunce aspyde.
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78. Than seyde he thus, 'O paleys desolat,
O hous, of houses [whylom best y-hight],
O paleys empty and disconsolat,
O thou lanterne, of which queynt is the light,
O paleys, whylom day, that now art night,
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Wel oughtestow to falle, and I to dye,
Sin she is went that wont was us to gye!