ffor pride is founde, in every part, Contrarie unto loves Art. And he that loveth, trewly Shulde hym contene iolily, Without pride in sondry wise, And hym disgysen in queyntise.

The desert storm was riding in its strength; the travellers lay beneath the mastery of the fell simoom.[…]Roaring, leaping, pouncing, the tempest raged about the wanderers, drowning and blotting out their forms with sandy spume.

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[…] after we by our presumptuous delays have put off God, and dallied with his grace; […]