Uncounceiled goth ther noon fro me.
And, for her soules savetee,
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At lord and lady, and hir meynee,
I axe, whan they hem to me shryve,
The propretee of al hir lyve,
And make hem trowe, bothe meest and leest,
Hir paroch-prest nis but a beest
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Ayens me and my company,