Ye lovers, and your lewede observaunces,
And which a labour folk han in winninge
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Of love, and, in the keping, which doutaunces;
And whan your preye is lost, wo and penaunces;
O verrey foles! nyce and blinde be ye;
Ther nis not oon can war by other be.'
30. And with that word he gan cast up the browe,
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[Ascaunces], 'lo! is this nought wysly spoken?'