For smoke and smolder
Smyteth in hise eighen,
Til he be bler-eighed, or blynd,
And hoors in the throte,
Cogheth, and curseth
That Crist gyve hem sorwe
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That sholde brynge in bettre wode,
Or blowe it til it brende.
"Thise thre that I telle of
For smoke and smolder
Smyteth in hise eighen,
Til he be bler-eighed, or blynd,
And hoors in the throte,
Cogheth, and curseth
That Crist gyve hem sorwe
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That sholde brynge in bettre wode,
Or blowe it til it brende.
"Thise thre that I telle of