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Her may men se how synne hath his merite
Be war for no man woot how god wol smyte /
In no degre ne in which maner wise
The worm of conscience wol arise
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Of wicked lyf þough it so pryue be
That no man woot of it but god and he
wher þat he be lewed man or lered
He not how soone þat he may be afered
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Therfore I rede ȝow this counseil take
Forsakith synne / er synne yow forsake
¶ Here endeth þe Doctor of phisique his tale [[No break in the MS.]]
