That wot I wel, and litel of kunninge;
But bet is that a wightes tonge reste
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Than entremeten him of such doinge
Of which he neyther rede can nor singe.
And who-so doth, ful foule himself acloyeth,
For office uncommitted ofte anoyeth.'
Nature, which that alway had an ere
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To murmour of the lewednes behinde,