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The whel I lefftë, off ffortune,
Wych selde in Onë doth contune;
I swam forth, in ful gret ffer;
I knew no wayë, her ne ther;
Tyl at the laste, off grace, I fond
A verray lytel hyl off sond,
And thyderward I gan me dresse,
To restë me for werynesse.