And I drow hoomward, for it was nigh night;
And put al that I had seen in wryting,
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Under support of hem that lust it rede.
O litel book, thou art so unconning,
How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
It is wonder that thou wexest not rede,
Sith that thou wost ful lyte who shal behold
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Thy rude langage, ful boistously unfold.