And Eve of his ryb-bon,
Withouten any mene,
For he was synguler hymself;
And seide faciamus,
As who seith moore moot herto
Than my word oone,
My myght moot helpe
Forth with my speche.
Right as a lord sholde make lettres,
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And Eve of his ryb-bon,
Withouten any mene,
For he was synguler hymself;
And seide faciamus,
As who seith moore moot herto
Than my word oone,
My myght moot helpe
Forth with my speche.
Right as a lord sholde make lettres,
5230