they baren me on hand, and lyeden, that I hadde polut and
defouled my conscience with [sacrilege], for coveitise of dignitee.
And certes, thou thy-self, that are plaunted in me, chacedest
out of the sege of my corage al coveitise of mortal thinges; ne
sacrilege hadde no leve to han a place in me biforn thyne eyen.
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For thou droppedest every day in myne eres and in my thought
thilke comaundement of [Pictagoras], that is to seyn, men shal
serve to godde, and not to goddes. Ne it was nat convenient,
ne no nede, to taken help of the foulest spirites; [I], that thou