(6)
¶ The synnes þat wolde þy soule apayre,
To a prest shewe þe cas.
Loke þat þou not paynte hit fayre,
But shewe it forþ riȝt ful as it was.
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Þat shame is mede for þy trespas;
ffor synne þat wolde þy soule þrete,
Aske mercy, and seche gras,
Wiþ god of pes when ȝe trete.
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(7)
¶ That clippen money, þey haue þe curs
ffoure tymes in þe ȝere;
Here waȝtes, þat þey waye þe wors,
Ȝerde or elne, fer or nere;
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Wheþer þey selle good chep or dere:
But þey þe full mesure mete,
Hit semeþ in skornyng þat it were,
Wiþ god of pes whan ȝe trete.
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(8)
¶ Auyse ȝow þat leden lawe,
ffor drede of lordschipe or for mede
Holde no pore men in awe
To storble here ryȝt or lette here nede.
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Hit bryngeþ þe soule in gret drede,
Aȝens goddis lawe to plete.
Þe rolles ariȝt y red ȝe rede,
Wiþ god of pes when ȝe trete. [folio 107a]
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(9)
¶ That haldeþ questes or assise,
Þat takeþ or ȝeueþ fee or hire,
Lette not lawe fro riȝt gyse,
Ne mayntene wrongis as master and sire.
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Þey may be ferd for helle fire,
To ete here neyȝebores at here mete.
Þat lyf shal not euere more dure;
ffor-þy, wiþ god of pes ȝe trete.
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