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¶ I likne þe thies, flesch and bon,
Þat beren þe body quantite,
To marchaundes, in perile ride and gon,
Bryngen wynnyng, gold, and fee,
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Make hiȝe houses of lym and ston,
Mayntene burgh, toun, and cyte,
Welþe and worschip in here won,
And good houshold of gret plente.
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¶ Mannys leggis, likne y may
To all craftes þat worche wiþ handes,
For al þe body beren þay,
As a tre þat bereþ wandes.
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Þe feet, to lykne, y wole assay,
To alle trewe tylyers of landes,
Þe plough, and all þat dygge in clay;
Alle þe world on hem standes.
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¶ The toes of þe mennys feet,
Þo y likne to trewe hyne
Þat trauayle boþe in drye and weet,
In þurst, in hungere, and in pyne,
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In het, in cold, in snow and slet,
Many hiȝe none, er þey dyne,
And wiþ good mete selde met;
But after howsel þey drynke no wyn.
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¶ Toes helpeþ man fro fal to ryse.
He may not stonde, þat haþ no toon,
Lepe ne renne, ne ryde in syse,
Wrastle ne fyȝte, ne put þe ston.
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Ȝif seruant þe maystere refuse,
Þe seruant lyuyng sone were gon.
And maystres, þouȝ þey ben wyse,
Wiþ-out seruant lyue not alon.
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