Who that biset his wordis wel;
For every wys man, out of drede,
Can kepe his tunge til he see nede;
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And fooles can not holde hir tunge;
A fooles belle is sone runge.
Yit shal a trewe freend do more
To helpe his felowe of his sore,
And socoure him, whan he hath nede,
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