And þouȝ trouþe a while be slayn,
And doluen depe vnder clay,
Ȝut he wole ryse to lyue agayn,
And al the sothe he wole say.
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¶ Many callen conscience fleschly willis,
And nelen non oþere counseil craue.
But soule of reson is gostly skillis,
Þat conscience shal hem deme, or saue.
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ffleschely wille is fendes knaue,
Out of reson, out of stray.
As they disserue, þey shal haue,
ffor so doþ þe gospel say.
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¶ ffalshed wolde trouþes tunge teyȝe
ffor trewe wordis þat he haþ spoken;
God biddeþ vengeaunce hiȝe,
And helpe trouþe be wel wroken.
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ffor trouþe lippes ar faste stoken,
And false mede haþ þe kay.
Whan vengeaunce haþ look broken,
Þan trouþe shal al þe soþ say.
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¶ Sumtyme men halwed the holyday;
Now holiday is turned to glotonye.
Sumtyme men vsed honest play;
And now it is turned to vilonye;
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And paramour is turned to lecherye,—
Sumtyme was loue of good fay,—
And shameles haunted so comounly,
Vnneþe þey recche what men say.
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¶ Summe men sowe here seed in skornes,
Ofte on oþere mennys londes;
Summe on stones, summe on thornes,
Summe on hiȝe way, summe on sondes.
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