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Right so as Bees swermen out of an hyue . [[Harl. 1758]]
Out/ of the deuylles ers thei gon dryue .
.xx.ti thousande ffreris on a route .
And thorow-out helle swarmed all a-boute .
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And camen a-yen as fast/ as thei may gone .
And in his ers thei crepedyn euerichone .
He clapt/ his tale a-yen & laye still .
This ffrere when he lokid had his fill .
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Vp-on this tormentis of this sory place .
his spirit god restorid of his grace .
Vn-to his bodye a-yen & he a-woke .
But natheles for fere yet he quoke .
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So was the deuelis ars ay in his mynde .
That is his heritage of verrey kynde .
God saue you alle saue this cursid ffrere .
Mi Prolog woll I ende in this manere .
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Here endith the Prolog/
