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As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete / Was unto me, but why that I ne might / Rest I ne wist, for there n' as erthly wight / (As I suppose) had more of hertis ese / Than I, for I n' ad sicknesse nor disese.
Chaucer / What is more gentle than a wind in summer?