And to the heven it ledeth eek the way;
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Pees is of soule and lyfe the mannes helthe
Of pestilence, and doth the werre away.
My liege lord, tak hede of that I say,
If werre may be left, tak pees on honde,
Which may nat be withoute goddes sonde.
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With pees stant every crëature in reste,
Withoute pees ther may no lyf be glad;