A fool is he (as semith in my sight)
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That be no lore ne will his freend[is] knowe
Till þat he be in myschief ouerthrowe.
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(14)
"But now I rede, take good entent & hepe, [folio 19]
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Puttyng awey thi slombre & [thi] slouthe.
A fool he is, that leith him self to slepe,
To whom I springe, the veray sterre of trewthe.
How ofte hast thu refused, for thi yowthe,
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To herë me? and sone hast thu for-yete
Myn lusty songës veary hony-swete.
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(15)
"Now sey me, be thi feith, whethir þou were he
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Alone of woman in this world I-bore,
So clene of wemme, that no thing is in the
To weylë ne to wepe thi synnës sore.
Nay, sekerly—and þat me for-thinke sore—
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That thu ne canst [nat] se thi wrechidnesse,
Thi synne, thi surfeet, and thin vnthriftynesse,
(16)
"And hard conflicte of bataile, the withinne.
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Thu felë myght (but if thu be vnwys),
How þat þi sowle assailed is with synne,
And vnder-cast þou art of hye malice,
And subiecte, thu madist thi selfe, to vice,
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Wich þat of god, the Juge omnipotent,
Condempned is with-owt[en] iugëment.
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"Shamë hath he þat at the cheker pleith,
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Whan þat a powne saith to the kyng 'chek mate;'
And shame it is, whan that thi gost obeith
Vnto thi flessh, þat schuld obeye algate
Vnto thi goost. And now, thowe it be late,
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Yilte helpe thi self, and cast her vnder fote,
Or elles þou art lost: þere is non other bote.
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(18)
"In bataylë, as it hath ofte be-tydde
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a myghti man to falle, it is no schame,
The first[ë] tyme, the secunde, and the thridde,
