[88] And vilfully suſtenis al thi care,
And ſchapith no thinge of thine awn remede,
Bot clepith ay and cryith apone dede.
Yhow callith the birdis be morow fro thar bouris,
[92] Yhoue devith boith the erbis and the flouris,
And clepit hyme vnfaithful king of lowe,
Yow dewith hyme in to his rigne abufe,
Yhow tempith hyme, yhoue doith thi ſelf no gud,
You are destitute of wit.
[96] Yhoue are o moñ of wit al deſtitude.