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& myd þan one leyþ to grunde
Anne after oþe[r] a lutle stunde,
Hwat þarf he recche of a mo swenge,
Hwenne þe on him is so genge?
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Þ[u] seyst þat þu canst fele wike,
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Ac euer ich am þin vnyliche.
Do þine craftes alle togadere,
Yet is myn on heorte betere.
Ofte hwan hundes foxes driueþ,
Þe kat ful wel him sulue liueþ,
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Þeh he ne cunne wreynch bute anne.
Þe fo[x] so godne ne can nanne,
Þey he cunne so vele wrenche,
Þat he weneþ eche hunde atprenche.
Vor he can paþes rihte and wowe,
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& he can hongi bi þe bowe,
& so vorlest þe hund his fore,
& turnþ eft ayeyn to þe more.
Þe fox can crepe by þe heye,
& turne vt from his forme weye,
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& eft sone cume þarto: [folio 235r.1]
Þenne is þes hundes smel fordo:
He not, þurh þe [m]eynde smak,
Hweþer he schal vorþ þe abak.
If þe uox miste of al þis dwele,
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At þan ende he [creopþ] to hole:
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Ac naþeles myd al his wrenche,
Ne can he hine so biþenche,
Þey he beo yep & swiþe snel,
Þat he ne leost his rede vel.
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Þe kat ne can wrench bute anne,
Noþer bi dune ne bi venne:
Bute he can clymbe swiþe wel,
Þarmyd he wereþ his greye vel.
Al so ich segge bi my seolue,
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Beter is myn on þan þine twelue."
"Abid! abid!" þe vle seyde,
"Þu gest al to mid swikelhede:
Alle þine wordes þu bileyst
Þat hit þinkþ soþ þat þu seyst:
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Alle þine wordes beoþ isliked,
& so biseme[d] and bilike[d],
Þat alle heo þat hi auoþ,
Hi weneþ þat þu segge soþ.
Abid! abid! me schal þe yene!
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Nu hit schal w[u]rþe wel isene
Þat þu hauest muchel ilowe,
Hwenne þi lesing beoþ vnwrowe.
Þu seist þat þu singest moncunne,
& techest heom þat hi fundeþ heonne
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Vp to þe songe þat euer ilast:
Ac hit is alre w[u]ndre mest,
Þat [þu] darst lye so opeliche.
Wenestu hi bringe so lyhtliche
To Godes riche al singinde? [folio 235r.2]
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Nay! Nay! hi schule wel avynde
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Þat hi myd longe wope mote
Of heore sunnen bidde bote,
Ar hi mote euer cume þare.
Ich rede þi þat men beo ware,
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& more wepe þane singe,
Þat fundeþ to þan heuene-kynge:
For nys no mon wiþvten sunne.
Forþi he mot ar he wende heonne,
Mid teres & myd wope bete,
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Þat him beo sur þat er was swete.
Þarto ich helpe, God hit wot!
Ne singe ich heom no foliot:
Vor al my song is of longinge,
And ymeynd sumdel myd woninge,
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Þat mon bi me hine biþenche
Þat he grony for his vnwrenche;
Mid myne songe ich hine [pulte],
Þat he grony for his gulte.
If þu gest herof to disputinge,
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Ich wepe bet þan þu singe:
If riht goþ forþ, & abak wrong,
Betere is my wop þan þi song.
Þeyh summe men beon þurhut gode,
& þurhut clene on heore mode,
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Heom longeþ heonne noþeles.
Þat beoþ her, wo is hom þes:
Vor þeyh hi beo heom selue iborewe,
Hi ne seoþ her nowiht bute serewe.
Vor oþer men hi wepeþ sore,
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& for heom biddeþ Cristes ore.
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Ich helpe monne on eyþer halue,
Mi [m]uþ haueþ tweire kunne salue:
Þan gode ich fulste to longinge, [folio 235v.1]
Vor hwenne him longeþ ic him singe:
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& þan sunfulle ic helpe also,
Vor ic him teche hwar is wo.
Yet ic þe yene on oþer wise:
Vor hwenne þu sittest on þine rise,
Þu drahst men to fleyses luste,
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Þat wil[l]eþ þine songes luste.
Al þu vorleost þe [m]urehþe of heuene,
For þarto nauestu none steuene:
Al þat þu singest is of golnesse,
For nys on þe non holynesse,
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