Gude maistre Chaucer, as ye wend thorough Room,.
Thinke weelle of those who waiten back at hoom,
Ich ben thy kynge, and yette ich ben ane manne,
To spende thisse weeke at Kewe ben myn planne.
There amonge the lernede to dysporte,
And heede the pleedings of the wyser sorte
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