.Circa 1904 -- Done out of Boethius by Geoffrey Chaucer>
Blessed was our first age and morning-time. Then were no
Waies tarren, ne no cars numberen, but each followed his owne
Playing-busyness to go about singly or by large interspaces,
For to leden his viage after his .
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