103. In every thing, I woot, ther lyth mesure.
[For though a man] forbede dronkenesse,
He nought for-bet that every creature
Be drinkelees for alwey, as I gesse;
Eek sith I woot for me is his distresse,
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I ne oughte not for that thing him despyse,
Sith it is so, he meneth in good wyse.
104. And eek I knowe, of longe tyme agoon,
His thewes goode, and that he is not nyce.