Thou getest the thonke with spere and launce,
Ther-with [folio 100a] thou might the clothe and fede;
I gloser wil stonde to my chaunce,
And mayntene my men al with mede.
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¶ "My flateryng, glosyng, not me harmes.
I gete loue, and moche richesse,
When wel-faryng men of armes
In fight, in presoun, and distresse.
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When thou art old and feble, y gesse,
Who wole the fynde fode or wede?
Lete moche thonk than thy mete dresse,
And y wole make me mery with mede."
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¶ 'I likne a gloser, in eche weder
To folwe the wynd, as doth the fane.
Ȝe begeten hony togedere;
To stroyȝe that cometh the drane.
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Me thenkeþ þere wit is wane
To stroiȝe the hony, and foule hit shede;
Gloser hath brought faytour lane
To halle and chambre, to lordes, for mede.
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¶ 'Thy wikked speche come fro ferre.
Euel thou spekest, worse dost mene.
Thou woldest euere more were werre,
(ffor profyt and pilage thou myght glene,)
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Cristen blod destroyed clene,
And townes brent on a glede.
Thy conscience is ful lene;
Thou noldest not come ther but for mede.
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¶ 'In wikked lyuer no good counsayle,
Is coward of kynde nyȝt and day.
Good lyuere dar fende and assayle,
And hardy in dede brouȝt to bay.
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