For whan men thenken to debate,
I not what other thing is good.
Bot wher that wisdom waxeth wod,[210]
And reson torneth into rage,
So that mesure upon oultrage 1080
Hath set his world, it is to drede;
For that bringth in the comun drede,
Which stant at every mannes Dore:
Bot whan the scharpnesse of the spore
The horse side smit to sore,