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XXXVIII. [THE SAME.]
I wyt myne ee for vieuing of my wo;I wyt myn earis for heiring my mishap;
I wyt my senses vhilks dissavit me so;
I wyt acquentance that in credit crap;
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I wyt affectione formest to the feild;
I wyt misluk that suld me [so enwrap;]
I wyt my ȝouth that bot a promeis ȝeild;
I wyt my stomoch wes not stoutly ste[ild;]
I wyt hir looks vhilk left me not alane;
I wyt my wisdome suld haif bene my sheild;
I wyt my tongue that told vhen I wes ta[ne:]
Had I my counsell keepit vndeclairde,
I might haif dred, bot deidly not dispairde.
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