And casten to compass many wrong emprise:
But the more be fraught with fraud and spite,
Ne in good nor goodness taken delight,
But kindle coals of contest and ire,
Wherewith they set all the world on fire;
Which when they thinken again to quench,
With holy water they do them all drench.
They say they con to heaven the highway,
But by my soul I dare undersay
They never set foot in that same troad,