Incipit prohemium Secundi Libri.
[1]. Out of these blake wawes for to sayle,
O wind, O wind, the weder ginneth clere;
For in this see the boot hath swich travayle,
Of my conning that unnethe I it stere:
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This see clepe I the tempestous matere
Of desespeyr that Troilus was inne:
But now of hope the [calendes] biginne.
2. O lady myn, that called art [Cleo],