That ever was, with alle his fingres fyve,
Touche ay o streng, or ay [o werbul harpe],
Were his nayles poynted never so sharpe,
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It shulde maken every wight to dulle,
To here his glee, and of his strokes fulle.
149. Ne Iompre eek no discordaunt thing y-fere,
As thus, to usen termes of phisyk;
In loves termes, hold of thy matere
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