And ever, when I speak of his falsehĂ©ad, For shame of him my cheekĂ«s waxĂ« red; AlgatĂ«s 4790 they beginnĂ« for to glow, For redness have I none, right well I know, In my visagĂ«; for fumĂ«s divĂ©rse Of metals, which ye have me heard rehearse, Consumed have and wasted my rednĂ©ss. Now take heed of this canonâs cursedness. 4791
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