Thei lay one and not spare,
And never look behind them,
Wher soever they ffynd them;
For whan that thei be hett,
And Asmodeus grett,
They take, as[501] thei can gett,
All[502] fyshe that comes to nett,
For lust fyndes no lett[503]
Tyll hys poyson be spett;
Be she fyne or feat,