And maketh al my wit to swinke
On this castel to bethinke.
So that the grete [craft], beautee,
The [cast], the curiositee
Ne can I not to yow devyse,
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My wit ne may me not suifyse.
But natheles al the substance
I have yit in my remembrance:
For-why me thoughte, by [Seynt Gyle]!