night; winter in-to sommer, and sommer in-to winter; not in
dede, but in misclepinge of foliche people.'
'Now,' quod she, 'what wenest thou of these thinges? How
felest thou in thyn hert, by what governaunce that this cometh
aboute?'
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'Certes,' quod I, 'that wot I never; but-if it be that Fortune
hath graunt from above, to lede the ende of man as her lyketh.'
'Ah! now I see,' quod she, 'th'entent of thy mening! Lo,
bycause thy worldly goodes ben fulliche dispent, thou beraft out