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¶ Thouȝ falsed trouþe defame, [veritas]
Trouþe secheþ non hernes to shewe his speche;
Trouþe, of his craft þenkeþ no shame;
He is bold, alle folk his craft to teche;
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And euere by trouþe stondes wreche,
For wreche is goddis champioun.
Or wreche smyte, god be leche,
And saue þe kyng, and kepe þe crowne.
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¶ Loke of þyng þat ȝe bygynne,
Caste before how it wole ende,
Gostly, bodyly, what mowe ȝe wynne.
Eche man destroyȝe his best frend:
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So dede Flaundres; how dede it wende?
Of noblay þey han lore þe sown;
Pray we god his bowe of wraþþe vnbende,
And saue þe kyng, and kepe þe crowne.
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¶ God ȝeueþ his doom to alle kynges þat be;
As a god, in erþe a kyng haþ myȝt.
Holy writ byd, blissed be he
In alle tymes þat demeþ ryȝt.
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Men do in derk, god seeþ in lyȝt.
Synne, morþere, derne tresoun,
Not may be hyd fro goddis syȝt.
To ryȝtwys Iuge, god ȝeueþ þe crowne.
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¶ That [folio 111b] lord loueþ lityl hym selue,
Þat ȝeueþ his blisse for sorwe and woo,
For þe loue of ten or twelue,
Make alle folk his foo,
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And lese þe loue of god also,
For fawte of perfeccyone.
Þouȝ he had no vauntage but of þo,
He myȝte were a symple crowne.
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