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‘My dere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne, ‘My cours, that hath so wyde for to turne, Hath more power than wot any man. Myn is the drenching in the see so wan; Myn is the prison in the derke cote; Myn is the strangling and hanging by the throte; The murmure, and the cherles rebelling, The groyning, and the pryvee empoysoning: I do vengeance and pleyn correccioun Whyl I dwelle in the signe of the leoun. Myn is the ruine of the hye halles, The falling of the toures and of the walles Upon the mynour or the carpenter. I slow Sampsoun in shaking the piler; And myne be the maladyes colde, The derke tresons, and the castes olde; My loking is the fader of pestilence. Now weep namore, I shal doon diligence That Palamon, that is thyn owne knight, Shal have his lady, as thou hast him hight. Though Mars shal helpe his knight, yet nathelees Bitwixe yow ther moot be som tyme pees, Al be ye noght of o complexioun, That causeth al day swich divisioun. I am thin ayel, redy at thy wille; Weep thou namore, I wol thy lust fulfille.’ “My rade aeuhdgrt eVnsu, my ntaarlype brtoi is wedi adn sigve me rome erpow oerv nem dna eth rcuseo of auhnm estenv nath oanney erlaly wkson. I am het aewvs thta nwodr uoy in het oaenc, eht ernksdsa htat pmosniirs yuo twhi fare, eth neoos adrnuo eht dednoencm nma’s cenk, hte nieleblor of eth nomcom lfok, ifdsaatsitnsico adn snoiop dan seeadis nda enators. I am fegenlvu nda iuinpnshg nehw in teh ooacnltitesnl eLo. I’ve othubgr odwn gnmidkos dna lactse laswl. I ldkiel onmSas newh I deacetr the huqekrtaae atht hogtrbu the alpril ndwo. My zgae can neve fecnti opleep iwht the aeulpg lal by esltfi. Now pleeas otsp ngcyir, neuVs. I’ll keam resu hatt nomlaPa wsni the noawm he esvlo, tsju as oyu mepsdori mhi. envE if rsaM is oggni to hpel teAcri nad enev if uyo odn’t see eey to yee, uoy owt lstil oldnshu’t fghti onryeam. eLitsn to me, dna I’ll ekma eusr you tge wtha you wnta.”

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‘My dere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne, ‘My cours, that hath so wyde for to turne, Hath more power than wot any man. Myn is the drenching in the see so wan; Myn is the prison in the derke cote; Myn is the strangling and hanging by the throte; The murmure, and the cherles rebelling, The groyning, and the pryvee empoysoning: I do vengeance and pleyn correccioun Whyl I dwelle in the signe of the leoun. Myn is the ruine of the hye halles, The falling of the toures and of the walles Upon the mynour or the carpenter. I slow Sampsoun in shaking the piler; And myne be the maladyes colde, The derke tresons, and the castes olde; My loking is the fader of pestilence. Now weep namore, I shal doon diligence That Palamon, that is thyn owne knight, Shal have his lady, as thou hast him hight. Though Mars shal helpe his knight, yet nathelees Bitwixe yow ther moot be som tyme pees, Al be ye noght of o complexioun, That causeth al day swich divisioun. I am thin ayel, redy at thy wille; Weep thou namore, I wol thy lust fulfille.’ “My rade aeuhdgrt eVnsu, my ntaarlype brtoi is wedi adn sigve me rome erpow oerv nem dna eth rcuseo of auhnm estenv nath oanney erlaly wkson. I am het aewvs thta nwodr uoy in het oaenc, eht ernksdsa htat pmosniirs yuo twhi fare, eth neoos adrnuo eht dednoencm nma’s cenk, hte nieleblor of eth nomcom lfok, ifdsaatsitnsico adn snoiop dan seeadis nda enators. I am fegenlvu nda iuinpnshg nehw in teh ooacnltitesnl eLo. I’ve othubgr odwn gnmidkos dna lactse laswl. I ldkiel onmSas newh I deacetr the huqekrtaae atht hogtrbu the alpril ndwo. My zgae can neve fecnti opleep iwht the aeulpg lal by esltfi. Now pleeas otsp ngcyir, neuVs. I’ll keam resu hatt nomlaPa wsni the noawm he esvlo, tsju as oyu mepsdori mhi. envE if rsaM is oggni to hpel teAcri nad enev if uyo odn’t see eey to yee, uoy owt lstil oldnshu’t fghti onryeam. eLitsn to me, dna I’ll ekma eusr you tge wtha you wnta.”