Chapter 56

And railed on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms.... And looking on it with lack-luster eye, "Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.

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And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale."

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Motley's the only wear.