To lerne, saugh I trumpe there.
Ther saugh I sitte in other seës,
Pleyinge upon sondry gleës,
Whiche that I cannot nevene,
Mo then sterres been in hevene,
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Of whiche I nil as now not ryme,
For ese of yow, and losse of tyme:
[For tyme y-lost, this knowen ye],
By no way may recovered be.