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And all such faytours, foule hem fall!
They give hir almesse to the riche,
To maynteynours, and to men of lawe;
For to lordes they woll be liche,
An harlottes sone nat worth an hawe!
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Sothfastnessë suche han slawe,
They kembe hir crokets with cristall;
And drede of god they have down drawe;