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And first I schrew my self boþe blood and boones
If þou bigile me. any ofter þan oones
Thou schalt no more þurgh þy flaterye
Do me to synge and wynke with myn ye
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For he þat wynkith whan he scholde se
Al wilfully god let him neuer the
Nay quod þe Fox but god ȝiue him meschaunce /
þat is so vndiscret of gouernaunce /
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þat iangleth whan he scholde holde his pees
Lo such it is for to be recheles
And necligent and trust on flaterie /
But ȝe þat holde / þis tale a folye /
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As of a Fox. or of a cok or of an hen
Takith þe moralite goode men
For seint poul saiþ þat al þat writen is
To oure doctrine it is I-write I-wys
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Takith þe fruyt and let þe chaf be stille
Now goode god. if þat it be þy wille
As saith my lor so make vs alle good men
And bring vs alle. to his blisse ameN
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¶ Here endeþ þe tale of Chaunteclere and pertelote [[No break in the MS.]]
