With herte soor wel oughte I to bewayle,
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That ever derk in torment, night by night,
Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle;
For which [the tenthe night] if that I fayle
The gyding of thy bemes brighte an houre,
My ship and me Caribdis wol devoure.'
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93. This song when he thus songen hadde, sone
He fil ayein in-to his sykes olde;