And eek my fere is wel the lasse
That non envye schal compasse
Withoute a resonable wite[70]
To feyne and blame that I write. 60*
A gentil herte his tunge stilleth,
That it malice non distilleth,[71]
But preyseth that is to be preised;
But he that hath his word unpeysed
And handleth <onwrong> every thing,[72]
I preye un to the hevene king[73]