To whom noman mai be felawe.
Confessor.
Forthi, my Sone, tak good hiede
So forto lede thi manhiede,
That thou ne be noght lich a beste.
Bot if thi lif schal ben honeste,
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Thou most humblesce take on honde,
For thanne myht thou siker stonde:
And forto speke it otherwise,