Confessor.
Now herkne, I schal the pointz devise;[1089]
And understond wel myn aprise:[1090]
For schrifte stant of no value
To him that wol him noght vertue
To leve of vice the folie:
For word is wynd, bot the maistrie
Is that a man himself defende
Of thing which is noght to comende, 2770
Wherof ben fewe now aday.