That scholde make a man to falle 1620
Fro love, that nevere afterward
Ne durste he loke thiderward.
P. i. 334
In harde weies men gon softe,
And er thei clymbe avise hem ofte:
Men sen alday that rape reweth;
And who so wicked Ale breweth,
Fulofte he mot the werse drinke:
Betre is to flete than to sincke;