With charite tho stod in reste: 110
Of mannes herte the corage
Was schewed thanne in the visage;
The word was lich to the conceite[91]
Withoute semblant of deceite:
Tho was ther unenvied love,[92]
Tho was the vertu sett above
And vice was put under fote.
Now stant the crop under the rote,
The world is changed overal,