Of hir whele, with sodeyn tourn,
And from hir richesse doth hem flee,
And plongeth hem in povertee,
As a stepmoder envyous,
And leyeth a plastre dolorous
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Unto her hertis, wounded egre,
Which is not tempred with vinegre,
But with poverte and indigence,
For to shewe, by experience,