Let it not hang in hand for glose;[[185]]
Thou art uncourteous if thou it does.
To saints[[186]] if thou thy gate[[187]] hast hight[[188]]
Thou shalt fulfil it with all thy might,
Lest God thee strike with great vengeánce,
And put thee into sore penánce.
Believe not all men that speak thee fair,
Whether they be commons, burgess or mayor;
In sweet words the adder was closed,[[189]]
Deceiving ever and mysloset.[[190]]