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4219 Toward the north, I undirstonde, 4220
  That openyde upon the lyfte honde, 4221
  The which for no thyng may be sure, 4222
  But if she do bisy cure 4223
  Erly on morowe and also late, 4224
  Strongly to shette and barre the gate. 4225
  Of every thing that she may see 4226
  Drede is aferd, wher so she be; 4227
  ffor with a puff of litell wynde 4228
  Drede is astonyed in hir mynde. 4229
  Therfore, for stelyng of the rose, 4230
  I rede hir nought the yate unclose. 4231
  A foulis flight wole make hir flee, 4232
  And eke a shadowe, if she it see. 4233
  Thanne wikked tunge, full of envye, 4234
  With soudiours of Normandye, 4235
  As he that causeth all the bate, 4236
  Was keper of the fourthe gate, 4237
  And also to the tother three 4238
  He wente full ofte, forto see. 4239
  Whanne his lotte was to wake a nyght, 4240
  His instrumentis wolde he dight, 4241
  fforto blowe and make sowne, 4242
  Ofte thanne he hath enchesoun; 
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