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Than is it shame, of her to speke amis.
A wikked tree good fruit may noon forth bring,
For swich the fruit is, as that is the tree.
Tak hede of whom thou took thy biginning;
Lat thy moder be mirour unto thee.
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Honoure her, if thou wolt honoured be!
Dispyse thou her nat, in no manere,
Lest that ther-by thy wikkednesse appere!