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All ayenst that which god forbed;
"All-holyest" they clepen hir heed,
That of hir rulë is regall;
Alas! that ever they eten breed;
For all such falshed woll foul fall.
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Hir heed loveth all honour,
And to be worshipped in worde and dede;
Kinges mot to hem knele and coure;