On Eolus, the god of windes,

[To blowen out], of alle kindes,

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So loude, that he shulde drenche

Lord and lady, grome and wenche

Of al the Troyan nacioun,

Withoute any savacioun.

Ther saw I swich tempeste aryse,

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That every herte mighte agryse,