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And but if Luc lye, He lereth us by foweles, We sholde noght be to bisy Aboute the worldes blisse; _Ne soliciti sitis_, He seith in the Gospel, And sheweth us by ensamples Us selve to wisse. The foweles in the feld, Who fynt hem mete at wynter? 4750 Have thei no gerner to go to, But God fynt hem alle.
gpt
What! quod the preest to Perkyn,
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Peter! as me thynketh, Thow art lettred a litel:-- Who lerned thee on boke?
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Abstynence the abbesse, quod Piers,
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Myn a.b.c. me taughte; And Conscience cam afterward, And kenned me muche moore.
gpt
Were thow a preest, quod he,
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Thou myghtest preche where thou sholdest, As divinour in divinité, With _Dixit insipiens_ to thi teme.
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Lewed lorel! quod Piers,
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Litel lokestow on the Bible; On Salomons sawes Selden thow biholdest: _Ejice derisores et jurgia cum eis, ne crescant, etc._