970
Hir living, lewed mannes light;
They say, the popë may not erre,
Nede must that passë mannes might.
Though a prest ly with his lemman al night,
And tellen his felowe, and he him,
975
He goth to massë anon-right,
And sayeth, he singeth out of sinne!
His bryde abydeth him at his inne,