There was a canon of religioún Amongës us, would ínfect all a town, Though it as great were as was Ninevéh, Rome, Alisandre, 4755 Troy, or other three. His sleightës 4756 and his infinite falsenéss There couldë no man writen, as I guess, Though that he mightë live a thousand year; In all this world of falseness n’is 4757 his peer. For in his termës he will him so wind, And speak his wordës in so sly a kind, When he commúnë shall with any wight, That he will make him doat 4758 anon aright, But 4759 it a fiendë be, as himself is. Full many a man hath he beguil’d ere this,