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¶ He is a fool, that doth answere
To a man er tale be told;
But after the dede deme there;
Lete not lawe be fauoured ne sold.
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Suche maken fals men be bold, [folio 99b]
And false men myghte stroye a thede.
Er charitee in hert wexe cold,
Man, knowe thy self, loue god, and drede.
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¶ Ȝif a man do a-nother mys,
Neighbores shuld hem auyse,
The trespasour amende and kys,
Do bothe parties euene assise.
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Old horded hate maketh wratthe to rise,
And ofte gilteles blod to blede.
ffle fro fooles, and folwe wise.
Man, knowe thy self, loue god, and drede.
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II. Mede and muche thank.
[Digby 102, leaf 99, back.]
[11 stanzas of 8, abab bcbc.]
(1)
IN blossemed buske I bode boote,
In ryche array, with ryches rank,
ffaire floures vnder foote,
Sauour to myn herte sank.
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I sawe two buyrnes on a bank.
To here talkyng I tok hede.
That on preysede moche thank,
That other held al with mede.
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¶ That on, a trauaylyng man had ben,
He was but in mene array;
That other clothed in gawdy gren,
Blasande briȝt, embrowdid gay.
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