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"Nay," quod the fox, "but God yeve hym meschaunce, |
| That is so undiscreet of governaunce, |
| That jangleth, whan he sholde holde his pees." |
670 | Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees, |
| And necligent, and truste on flaterye! |
| But ye that holden this tale a folye, |
| As of a fox, or of a cok and hen, |
| Taketh the moralite, goode men; |
675 | For Seint Paul seith, that al that writen is, |
| To oure doctrine it is ywrite, ywis. |
| Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille. |
| Now goode God, if that it be thy wille, |
| As seith my lord, so make us alle goode men, |
680 | And brynge us to his heighe blisse. Amen. |
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"Nay," said the fox, "but, God give him mischance |
| Who is so indiscreet in governance |
| He chatters when he ought to hold his peace." |
670 | Lo, such it is when watch and ward do cease, |
| And one grows negligent with flattery. |
| But you that hold this tale a foolery, |
| As but about a fox, a cock, a hen, |
| Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. |
675 | For Saint Paul says that all that's written well |
| Is written down some useful truth to tell. |
| Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still. |
| And now, good God, and if it be Thy will, |
| As says Lord Christ, so make us all good men |
680 | And bring us into His high bliss. Amen. |
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