Stant the memoire into this day,[337]
Wherof that every wysman may[338]
Ensamplen him, and take in mynde[339]
[Ingratitude.]
What schame it is to ben unkinde; 5160
Ayein the which reson debateth,
And every creature it hateth.
Confessor.
Forthi, mi Sone, in thin office
I rede fle that ilke vice.