There thou schalt myrie be;
Thi children and thi wif,
Schal have longe lyf,
And al that blisse i-se.
Thus long he wente forth his wai,
Biddynge his bedes on hase lai,
Til beter tyme come;
To Swynke and swate he most,
For hese spendying was ney go,
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