Man, þouȝ þou be moche of myȝt,
Mende fawtes er þou make mo.
For þat ȝe hid, god seeþ in syȝt.
Eche man be war, er hym be wo.
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¶ Eche lord knoweþ his astate,
Lyue on þat god hym lent.
Þat borweþ moche, he geteþ hate.
Spende waste, passyng his rent,
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For suche a kyngdom haþ ben shent.
Stryf wiþ comons, threp, and thro,
To brynge þat in amendement,
Eche man be war, er hym be wo.
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¶ Whanne holichirche suffreþ symonye,
And is [folio 114a] wiþ hym enchaunted,
And lawe of land suffreþ vsurye,
Vnkyndely synne, and shameles haunted,
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And vicious folk auaunsed and dawnted,
And vertues flemed fro eche a wro:
In þat kyngdom, god haþ vengeaunce graunted.
Eche man be war, er hym be wo.
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¶ In a kyngdom, what makeþ stryf,
No man standes of oþer awe?
Vnkyndely synne, and tyrauntes lyf;
Vsurye, symonye, and letter of lawe,
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And holy chirche rebell to goddis sawe.
To kepe his comaundement, þey say no.
Fro þat kyngdom, god his loue wil drawe.
Eche man be war, er hym be wo.
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¶ Ȝif eny folk forgeþ gyles,
Wiþ falsed þy deþ to cast,
Pulle vp þe stakes, and breke þe styles;
Lete hem no more styke so faste.
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