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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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