So ryche, I dare well say.’
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‘Take hym thre yerdes of euery colour,
And loke well mete that it be;’
Lytell Johnn toke none other mesure
But his bowë-tree.
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And at euery handfull that he met
He lepëd footës three;
‘What deuyllës drapar,’ sayid litell Muche,