Over delicatly on fastyng-dayes
Dronken and eten bothe,
And sat som tyme so longe there,
That I sleep and eet at ones.
For love of tales in tavernes
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And for drynke, the moore I dyned;
And hyed to the mete er noon,
Whan fastyng-days were."
"This shewynge shrift," quod Repentaunce,