For so he mai his regne achieve
With thing which schal him litel grieve.
The king hem herde and overpasseth,
And with these othre his wit compasseth,
P. iii. 229
That yonge were and nothing wise.
And thei these olde men despise,
De consilio iuuenum.
And seiden: ‘Sire, it schal be schame
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