asshen it is overleyn. Right longe this wo have I suffred.'
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'Lo,' quod Love, 'how thou farest! Me thinketh, the palasy-yvel
hath acomered thy wittes; as faste as thou hyest forward,
anon sodaynly backward thou movest! Shal nat yet al thy
leudnesse out of thy braynes? Dul ben thy skilful understandinges;
thy wil hath thy wit so amaistred. Wost thou nat wel (quod she)
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but every tree, in his sesonable tyme of burjoninge, shewe his
blomes fro within, in signe of what frute shulde out of him