A small defaute in a great lorde,
A lytell cryme in a great astate,
Is moche more inordinate,
And more horyble to beholde,
Than any other a thousand folde. 1230
Ye put to blame ye wot nere whom;
Ye may weare a cockes come;
Your fonde hed in your furred hood,[242]
Holde ye your tong, ye can no goode:
And at more conuenyent tyme