Ne his child, nyce Icarus,
That fleigh so highe that the hete
His winges [malt], and he fel wete
In-mid the see, and ther he dreynte,
For whom was maked moch compleynte.
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['Now turn upward,' quod he, 'thy face,]
And behold this large place,
This air; but loke thou ne be
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