Thou miht atteigne the richesse
Of love, if that ther be no Slowthe.
Als fer as I my witt can seche,
Mi fader, as for lacke of speche,
Ther is non other time lore, 520
In forme of schrifte to beknowe
What thing belongeth to the slowe,
Mi Sone, ye, of this office 530
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