Ther good feith and charité is,
I nolde cope us with thi catel,
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Ne oure kirk amende,
Ne have a peny to my pitaunce,
So God my soule save!
For the beste book in oure hous,
Theigh brent gold were the leves,
And I wiste witterly
Thow were swich as thow tellest.