And wrapped hym in ſwadlynge cloothes and layed hym in a manger be cauſe there was no roume for them with in in the hoſtrey.

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Him so I sought, and so at last I fownd Where him that witch had thralled to her will, In chaines of lust and lewde desyres ybownd And so transformed from his former skill, That me he knew not, nether his owne ill;

A raven cawed somewhere up ahead, and its cry was answered by others, an unkindness of ravens on all sides.