she fly whan her list, now by thy lyve? Pardy, a man hath
nothing so leef as his lyf; and for to holde that, he doth al his
cure and diligent traveyle. Than, say I, thou art blisful and
fortunat sely, if thou knowe thy goodes that thou hast yet
†beleved, whiche nothing may doute that they ne ben more worthy
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than thy lyf?'
'What is that?' quod I.
'Good contemplacion,' quod she, 'of wel-doing in vertue in tyme
coming, bothe in plesaunce of me and of thy Margarit-peerle.