Th' envýous swelling that the feend, our fo,
Had unto man in herte, for his welthe,
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Sente a serpent, and made her for to go
To disceyve Eve; and thus was mannes helthe
Beraft him by the fende, right in a stelthe,
The womman noght knowing of the deceyt;
God wot, ful fer was it from her conceyt.
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Wherfore I sey, this godë womman Eve