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'I have no kind knowing,' quoth I, 'to conceive all your wordes
And if I may live and look, I shall go learne better;
I beken[15] the Christ, that on the crosse died;'
And I said, 'The same save you from mischance,
And give you grace on this ground good me to worth.'
And thus I went wide where, walking mine one
By a wide wilderness, and by a woode's side,
Bliss of the birdes brought me on sleep,
And under a lind[16] on a land, leaned I a stound[17]
To lyth[18] the layes, those lovely fowles made,
Mirth of their mouthes made me there to sleep.
The marvellousest metelles mette[19] me then
That ever dreamed wight, in world as I went.
A much man as me thought, and like to myself,
Came and called me, by my kinde[20] name.
'What art thou,' quod I then, 'thou that my name knowest?'
'That thou wottest well,' quod he, 'and no wight better.'
'Wot I what thou art?' Thought said he then,
'I have sued[21] thee this seven years, see ye me no rather?'
'Art thou Thought?' quoth I then, 'thou couldest me wyssh[22]
Where that Dowell dwelleth, and do me that to know.


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