"For wyndes, wiltow wite," quod he,

To witen it fro fallyng.

[Cum ceciderit justus, non collidetur,]

[quia Dominus supponit manum]

[suam.]

And in blowyng tyme, abite the flowres,

But if thise piles helpe,

"The world is a wikked wynd

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To hem that willen truthe;