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A faythfulle frende wold I fayne finde,
To fynde hym there he myghte be founde;
But now is the worlde wext so unkynde,
Yet frenship is fall to the grounde;
(Now a frende I have founde)
That I woll nother banne ne curse,
But of all frendes in felde or towne,
Ever, gramercy, myn own purse.

— Juliana Berners Boke of Seynt Albans (1486)

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Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.

Where so ever ye fare by fryth or by fell:
My dere chylde take hede how Trystam doo you tell.
How many manere bestys of venery there were:
Lysten to your dame and she shall you lere.
Four manere of bestis of venere there are:
The fyrste of theym is the harte: the seconde is the hare:
The boore is one of tho: the wulfe and not one mo.

Boke of Seynt Albans (1486)

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