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XLVI

[The wandering gadlyng in the sommer tyde]

The wandering gadlyng in the sommer tyde,
That fyndes the Adder with his recheles fote,
Startes not dismayd so soudenly a side
As jalous dispite did, tho there ware no bote,
When that he sawe me sitting by her side
That of my helth is very croppe and rote,
It pleased me then to have so fair a grace
To styng that hert that would have my place.