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And yͭ as ye know plucketh. Raſtell by yͭ berde for he went a boute to prove yͤ cõtrarie in yͤ firſt chaptre yͭ the bodie hath neyther payne nor pleaſure. ⁊c̃.

The kight can weede the worme from corne and coſtly ſeedes, The kight cã kill the mowldiwarpe, in pleaſant meads yͭ breeds: Out of the ſtately ſtreetes the kight can clenſe the filth, As mẽ can clẽſe the worthleſſe weedes frõ fruteful fallow tilth; [...]

Good frend for İesvs sake forbeare, to digg the dvst encloased heare. Bleste be yͤ man yͭ spares thes stones, and cvrst be he yͭ moves my bones.

From yͤ hagg & hungry Goblin, yͭ into raggs would rend yee, & yͤ spirit yͭ stand’s by yͤ naked man,