Than wryte this, to which ye me constreyne;'
177. And took it him: he thonked hir and seyde,
'God woot, of thing ful ofte looth bigonne
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Cometh ende good; and nece myn, Criseyde,
That ye to him of hard now ben y-wonne
Oughte he be glad, by god and yonder sonne!
For-why men seyth, "[impressiounes lighte]
Ful lightly been ay redy to the flighte."
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