Whan tempest doth the shippes swalowe;
And lat a man stonde, out of doute,
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A myle thens, and here hit route;
Or elles lyk the last humblinge
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After the clappe of a thundringe,
When Ioves hath the air y-bete;
But hit doth me for fere swete.'
'Nay, dred thee not therof,' quod he,