He is fulofte nyh his tene
And lest ful many time grace,[896]
Wher that he wolde his thonk pourchace.
And over this, my Sone diere,
Of othre men, if thou miht hiere
In privete what thei have wroght,
Hold conseil and descoevere it noght,[897]
For Cheste can no conseil hele,
Or be it wo or be it wele: 780
And tak a tale into thi mynde,