In my Legende of Martres men may fynde
(Who-so that lyketh therin for to rede)
That ooth noon ne behest may no man bynde;
Of reprevable shame han they no drede.
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In mannes herte trouthe hath no stede;
The soil is noght, ther may no trouthe growe!
To womman namely it is nat unknowe.
Clerkes seyn also: 'ther is no malyce
Unto wommannes crabbed wikkednesse!'