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I blame hym thus, that he considereth noght |
| In tyme comynge what hym myghte bityde, |
| 80 | But in his lust present was al his thoght, |
| As for to hauke and hunte on every syde. |
| Wel ny alle othere cures leet he slyde; |
| And eek he nolde - and that was worst of alle - |
| Wedde no wyf, for noght that may bifalle. |
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| I blame him thus, that he considered naught |
| Of what in coming time might him betide, |
| 80 | But on his present wish was all his thought, |
| As, he would hunt and hawk on every side; |
| Well-nigh all other cares would he let slide, |
| And would not, and this was the worst of all, |
| Marry a wife, for aught that might befall. |
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