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Now cometh alle ye that been y-brought
In bondes full of busy bitternesse,
Of erthly lust abiding in your thought!
Here is the rest of all your bisynesse,
Here is the port of pees and restfulnesse
To them that stand in stormes and disese,
Refut overt to wreches in distresse,
And al comfort of mischief and misese.
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