These dredful Monstres alle thre.
Confessor.
Lo now, my Sone, avise the,
That thou thi sihte noght misuse:
Cast noght thin yhe upon Meduse,
That thou be torned into Ston:
For so wys man was nevere non, 440
Bot if he wel his yhe kepe[279]
And take of fol delit no kepe,
That he with lust nys ofte nome,