Who mighte have seyd, that I had doon a-mis
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To stele awey with swich on as he is?
But al to late cometh the letuarie,
Whan men the cors un-to the grave carie.
107. To late is now to speke of this matere;
Prudence, allas! oon of [thyn eyen three]
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Me lakked alwey, er that I cam here;
On tyme y-passed, wel remembred me;