Anon he let two cofres make / Of one semblance, and of one make, / So lich, that no lif thilke throwe, / That one may fro that other knowe.
He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.
Go flatter Sawney for his jockeyship.
His heart died within him, and he became as a stone.
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