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CHAUCER'S WORDS TO HIS SCRIVENER.
ADAM
Scrivener, if ever it thee befall
Boece or Troilus for to write anew,
Under thy long locks thou may'st have the scall*
*scab
But *after my making* thou write more true! *according
to my
So oft a day I must thy work renew,
composing*
It to correct, and eke to rub and scrape;
And all is through thy negligence and rape.*
*haste
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