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 I am woundyn as a wrecche in wo, And cursyd of God ffor my ffalfage. Unprofytabyl and vayn also, In felde and towne, in strete and stage, I may nevyr make merthis mo, I wot nevyr whedyr to take passage; I dare not here abyde. Now wyl I go wende my way, With sore syeng and welaway, To loke where that I best may ffrom mannys ssyht me hyde.