Failled nevere blisse."
Thanne was ther oon that highte Elde,
That hevy was of chere;
"Man," quod he, "if I mete with thee,
By Marie of hevene!
Thow shalt fynde Fortune thee faille
At thi mooste nede,
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And Concupiscentia-carnis
Clene thee forsake.