And riht so ther ben manye of these 4410
Lovers, that thogh thei love a lyte,[250]
That scarsly wolde it weie a myte,
Yit wolde thei have a pound again,[251]
As doth Usure in his bargain.
Bot certes such usure unliche
It falleth more unto the riche,
Als wel of love as of beyete,
Than unto hem that be noght grete,
And, as who seith, ben simple and povere;