A hath fyrst place I muste
As cause of wo to stande,
Avarice and eke fleshly lust,
Alone distroyed this lande.
B Baren are we of blessednes
Blinded wit worldly care,
Boldnes in vice we se expresse,
Babes can the trueth declare.
C Covitousnes with crafty dedes
Can scarsly hence be rydde:
Conspiracie much canker bredes
Couertly in heartes hydde
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