They be so full of spyte,
They care not whom they byte,
Both frend and foo they smyte
Wyth prison, deth, and flighte;
So dayly they do fyght
To overturne the ryght:
So[526] we be in the plyte,
That, losing of oure sight,
We[527] know not black from whyght,
And be thus[528] blinded quyte,