Al sodeinliche, er it be wist,
A Tonne, whanne his lye arist,
Tobrekth and renneth al aboute,
Which elles scholde noght gon oute;
And ek fulofte a litel Skar
Upon a Banke, er men be war,
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Let in the Strem, which with gret peine,
If evere man it schal restreigne. [138] 510
Wher lawe lacketh, errour groweth,