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Adam scrivain, if evere it thee bifalle
Boece or Troilus for to writen newe,
Under thy longe lokkes thou moste have the scalle,
But after my making thou write more trewe,
So ofte a day I moot thy werk renewe,
It to correcte, and eek to rubbe and scrape;
And al is thurgh thy necligence and rape.
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