But pore folk that goon by strete,
That have no gold, ne sommes grete,
Hem wolde I lete to her prelates,
Or lete hir prestis knowe hir states,
For to me right nought yeve they.'
Amour. 'And why is it?'
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F. Sem. 'For they ne may.
They ben so bare, I take no keep;
But I wol have the fatte sheep;—