And listeth to my dreme to here,
For nowe at erst shall ye lere:
O thought, that wrote al that I met
And in the tresorie it set
Of my braine, nowe shall men see
If any vertue in thee bee
To tellen al my dreme aright
Nowe kithe thy engine and thy might!
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But, as I slept, me mette I was