Men, of malyce, wol calle him ipocryte;
And who is mery, of clene entencioun,
Men say, in ryot he doth him delyte;
Som mourne in blak; som laughe in clothes whyte;
What! suffre them spekë—and trust right wel this,
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A wikked tonge wol alway deme amis.
Honest array, men deme, †is pompe and pryde,
And who goth poore, men calle him a wastour;
And who goth [mene], men marke him on every syde,