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'Thou fisshest faire! She that thee hath fyred
Is fals and inconstaunt, and hath no feyth.
She for the rode of folke is so desyred
And, as an hors, fro day to day is hyred
That, when thou twinnest fro hir companye,
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Another comth, and blered is thyn eyë!
'Now prikke on fastë, and ryd thy journey
Whyl thou art there; for she, behind thy bak,