FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;
Suffice unto thy good, though it be small,
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Incipit Liber Quintus.
Aprochen gan the fatal destinee
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O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with your age,
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Syn I fro love escaped am so fat,
I nere thinke to ben in his prison lene;
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Pite, that I have sought so yore agoo
With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,
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Prohemium.
But al to litel, weylaway the whyle,
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Incipit prohemium tercii libri.
O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere
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The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
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Incipit Prohemium Secundi Libri.
Out of these blake wawes for to sayle,
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Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e}, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
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To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight
Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere!
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Alone walking
In thought plaining,
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They had a cook with them who stood alone
For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone,
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Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,
I may the beaute of hem not sustene,
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My Master Bukton, when of Christ our King
Was asked, What is truth or soothfastness?
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Somtyme the world was so stedfast and stable
That mannes word was obligacioun,
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Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e}, That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e},
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Adam Scrivener, if ever it thee befall
Boece or Troilus for to write anew,
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Som in his bed, som in the depe see,
Som in the large feeld, as men may se;
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Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;
Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;
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Almighty and all-merciable Queen,
To whom all this world fleeth for succour,
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This wrecched worldes transmutacioun,
As wele or wo, now povre and now honour,
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The firste stok, fader of gentilesse --
What man that desireth gentil for to be
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Sometime this world was so steadfast and stable,
That man's word was held obligation;
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Since I from Love escaped am so fat,
I ne'er think to be in his prison ta'en;
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Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,
That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,
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HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
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