strangled! Lo! trouth in this blisse is hid, and over-al under
covert him hydeth; he dar not come a-place, for waytinge of
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shrewes. Commenly, badnesse goodnesse amaistreth; with my-selfe
and my soule this joye wolde I bye, if the goodnesse were
as moche as the nobley in melody.'
'O,' quod she, 'what goodnesse may be acompted more in
this material worlde? Truly, non; that shalt thou understonde.
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Is nat every thing good that is contrariant and distroying yvel?'