That euery man lawghyth at his foly.
Cr. Con. By the good Lorde, truthe he sayth.
Fan. Thynkyst thou not so, by thy fayth?
Cr. Con. Thynke I not so, quod he! ellys haue I shame, 1270
For I knowe dyuerse that vseth the same.
Fol. But nowe, forsothe, man, it maketh no mater;
For they that wyll so bysely smater,
So helpe me God, man, euer at the length
I make hym[823] lese moche of theyr strength;
For with foly so do I them lede,