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¶ What kyngdom werreþ hym-self wiþ-ynne,
Distroyeþ hym-self, and no mo.
Wiþ-oute here enemys bygynne
On eche a syde assayle hem so.
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Þe comouns, þey wil robbe and slo,
Make fyere, and kyndel stres.
Whan ryches and manhode is wastede and go,
Þan drede dryueþ to trete pes.
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¶ The world is like a fals lemman,
ffayre semblaunt, and moche gyle.
Wiþouten heire dyeþ no man:
God is chief lord of toun and pyle.
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God makeþ mony heire in a whyle,
ffor god ressayueþ eche reles;
God kan breke hegge and style,
And make an hey wey to pes.
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¶ God made lordis gouernoures
To gouerne puple in vnyte.
Þe puple, ne ryches, nys not ȝoures:
Al is goddis, and so be ȝe.
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Eche day ȝe may ȝoure myrrour se.
Eche man after oþer deses;
Ȝoure auncetres arn gon, after shal ȝe,
To endeles werre, or endeless pes.
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¶ Eche kyng is sworn to gouernaunce
To gouerne goddis puple in riȝt.
Eche kyng bereþ swerd [folio 101b] of goddis vengeaunce
To felle goddis foon in fiȝt.
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And so doþ euerons honest knyȝt
That bereþ þe ordre as it wes;
The plough, þe chirche, to mayntene ryȝt,
Are goddis champyons, to kepe þe pes.
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