But evermore pore and indigent,
Scarce, and gredy in his entent.
'For soth it is, whom it displese,
Ther may no marchaunt live at ese,
His herte in sich a were is set,
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That it quik brenneth [more] to get,
Ne never shal [enough have] geten;
Though he have gold in gerners yeten,
For to be nedy he dredith sore.