Al is for nought, Love taketh no hede therto!
But lesings, with hir false flaterye,
Through hir falshede, and with hir doublenesse,
With tales newe and many fayned lye,
By fals semblaunt and counterfet humblesse,
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Under colour depeynt with stedfastnesse,
With fraude covered under a pitous face
Accepte been now rathest unto grace,
And can hem-selve now best magnifye