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Prologue.
Maistur in magesté, maker of Alle, [folio 2a]
Endles and on, euer to last!
Now, god, of þi grace graunt me þi helpe,
And wysshe me with wyt þis werke for to ende!
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Off aunters ben olde of aunsetris nobill,
And slydyn vppon shlepe by slomeryng of Age:
Of stithe men in stoure strongest in armes,
And wisest in wer to wale in hor tyme,
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Þat ben drepit with deth & þere day paste,
And most out of mynd for þere mecull age,
Sothe stories ben stoken vp, & straught out of mynde,
And swolowet into swym by swiftenes of yeres,
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Ffor new þat ben now, next at our hond,
Breuyt into bokes for boldyng of hertes;
On lusti to loke with lightnes of wille,
Cheuyt throughe chaunce & chaungyng of peopull;
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Sum tru for to traist, triet in þe ende,
Sum feynit o fere & ay false vnder.
Yche wegh as he will warys his tyme,
And has lykyng to lerne þat hym list after.
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But olde stories of stithe þat astate helde,
May be solas to sum þat it segh neuer,