And elde daunteth daunger at the laste.
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58. [The kinges fool] is woned to cryen loude,
Whan that him thinketh a womman bereth hir hyë,
"So longe mote ye live, and alle proude,
Til [crowes feet ]be growe under your yë,
And sende yow thanne a mirour in to pryë
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In whiche ye may see your face a-morwe!"
Nece, I bidde wisshe yow no more sorwe.'