'Thou coudest never in love thy-selven wisse;
How devel maystow bringen me to blisse?'
90. 'Ye, Troilus, now herke,' quod Pandare,
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'Though I be nyce; it happeth ofte so,
[That oon] that exces doth ful yvele fare,
By good counseyl can kepe his freend ther-fro.
I have my-self eek seyn a blind man go
Ther-as he fel that coude loke wyde;
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