Wher men mai gon out overal

Withouten eny resistence,

So with his croked eloquence 440

He spekth al that he wot withinne:

Wherof men lese mor than winne,

For ofte time of his chidinge

He bringth to house such tidinge,

That makth werre ate beddeshed.[865]

He is the levein of the bred,[866]

Which soureth al the past aboute: