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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 rdea hdueagrt eVuns, my raeynltpa tbroi is diwe nad gveis me moer wpreo orev mne adn eth secoru of amnhu etvsen ahnt naoyne aylelr skwon. I am eht vaesw ttha rdnwo uoy in het oance, hte danseksr taht inmsrsopi ouy thwi arfe, hte onose dnarou eth nddneceom nma’s kenc, teh bnlleeroi of eth coomnm lkof, asficsnaditoist dan nooisp nad sedseia adn taosenr. I am euefgnvl nad nhisugpin nehw in eth inlntsaotcleo eoL. I’ve grthbou ondw isodkgnm dan stceal alslw. I lilekd asmSno nhwe I etcdare eht taqhkueaer hatt brtuhog eth lairlp dwno. My gzae nac veen ftceni elpepo twih the eugpal all by telisf. owN sepela tpso rcgniy, uneVs. I’ll mkea srue taht aomlPna swni the onamw he soelv, stju as yuo ismopedr mhi. vEne if Masr is ggoin to phle tiArce adn veen if oyu ndo’t ees eye to yee, uyo wto itlls osnhlud’t htgfi aoeynrm. nLteis to me, and I’ll meak sure you etg wtah you atnw.”

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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 rdea hdueagrt eVuns, my raeynltpa tbroi is diwe nad gveis me moer wpreo orev mne adn eth secoru of amnhu etvsen ahnt naoyne aylelr skwon. I am eht vaesw ttha rdnwo uoy in het oance, hte danseksr taht inmsrsopi ouy thwi arfe, hte onose dnarou eth nddneceom nma’s kenc, teh bnlleeroi of eth coomnm lkof, asficsnaditoist dan nooisp nad sedseia adn taosenr. I am euefgnvl nad nhisugpin nehw in eth inlntsaotcleo eoL. I’ve grthbou ondw isodkgnm dan stceal alslw. I lilekd asmSno nhwe I etcdare eht taqhkueaer hatt brtuhog eth lairlp dwno. My gzae nac veen ftceni elpepo twih the eugpal all by telisf. owN sepela tpso rcgniy, uneVs. I’ll mkea srue taht aomlPna swni the onamw he soelv, stju as yuo ismopedr mhi. vEne if Masr is ggoin to phle tiArce adn veen if oyu ndo’t ees eye to yee, uyo wto itlls osnhlud’t htgfi aoeynrm. nLteis to me, and I’ll meak sure you etg wtah you atnw.”