(123. Hoccleve.)
¶ "That after-clap, in my myndë so deepe
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Y-fycched is, & haþ swich roote y-caght,
Þat al my ioye & myrthe is leyde to slepe;
My schip is wel ney with dispeir y-fraght.
Þey þat nat konnë lerned be ne taght
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By swiche ensaumples, smerte as þey han seen,
Me þinkeþ, certes, ouer blyndë been.
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(124. Hoccleve.)
¶ "Allas! I se reuthe & pitée exiled
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Out of þis land; allas, compassïoun!
Whan schol ye þre to vs be reconsiled?
Youre absence is my greuous passïoun;
Resorte, I preye yow, to þis regioun;
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O, come ageyn! þe lak of your presénce
Manaceþ me to sterue [sterue R, streue H (compare H.'s 'flode' for 'folde,' l. 745, p. 28; 'triste' for 'thirste,' l. 901, p. 33).] in indigence.
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(125. Hoccleve.)
¶ "O fekil world! allas, þi variaunce! [folio 16b]
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How many a gentilman may men nowe se,
Þat whilom in þe werrës olde of fraunce,
Honured were, & holde in grete cheerte
ffor hire prowesse in armës, & plente
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Of frendës hadde in youþe, & now, for schame,
Allas! hir frendeschipe is crokéd & lame.
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(126. Hoccleve.)
¶ "Now age vnourne a-wey puttéþ fauoúr,
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Þat floury youþe in his seson conquerde;
Now al forgete is þe manly laboúr
Þorgh whiche ful oftë þey hire foos afferde;
Now be þo worþi men bet with þe yerde
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Of nede, allas! & non haþ of hem routhe;
Pyte, I trowe, is beried, by my trouþe.
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