Þan wole þyn enemys fro þe wende,
Here owen þouȝt wol hem afflay.
Be out of daunger of the fende,
And recche neuere what men say.
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¶ To synge or preche generale,
Werkys of vices for to blame,
Summe tak to hem speciale,
And say, "felow, þou dost vs blame."
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Þere he accuseþ his owen name;
All þat hym se, knowe it may,
He can not hele his owen shame;
And so, all folk wole say.
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¶ Ȝif men speke of goddis wille,
To preyse werkys of vertue,
A good man wole holde hym stille,
And lete as he hem neuere knewe,
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And noþer chaunge hyde ne hewe;
ffor vaynglory wolde hem betray.
Who is fals, and who is trewe,
After þey lyue, all folk wole say.
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¶ Thouȝ a man holynes preche,
He sheteþ noȝt, but bent his bowe;
But he lyue as he teche,
He nys not trusty for to trowe;
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ffor suche seed he doþ sowe
In stones, in thornes, and in clay,
The same he schal repe and mowe;
So he is worthy, folk wole say.
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¶ A lord of hym-self haþ no wyt,
He knoweþ wele, but no wo;
Of pore men he mot haue hit,
Knowelechyng of frend and fo.
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