Shal have leve, by oure Lorde!
To lese here in hervest,
And make hem murie thermyd,
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Maugree who so bi-gruccheth it.
And alle kynne crafty-men,
That konne lyven in truthe,
I shal fynden hem fode,
That feithfulliche libbeth.
"Save Jagge the jogelour,