The compas may stand awrye,
But the carde wyll not lye:
Hale in your mayne shete,[357]
This tempest is to grete.
[For pawre men dayly sees
How officers[358] takes their fees,
Summe yll, and some yet worse,
As good right as to pike there purse:
Deservethe this not Godes curse?
There consyenes ys sooe grett,