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t length they chaunst to meet upon the wayAn aged Sire,[*] in long blacke weedes yclad,His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray 255And by his belt his booke he hanging had;Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,And all the way he prayed, as he went, 260And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.
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